She has had ever chance to move the bed, so I could get in, but she has used one excuse after another to not do it.
I am confined to sleep in my wheelchair as I have nothing else, my prison until I die.
I am that fed up, that every single night, I wish for myself to die in my sleep and never to wake up ever again.
And then in the morning, I do wake up, upset that I'm still here in this reality.
I never felt like this nor did I ever have these thoughts considering the way I was treated by my parents and people in general.
I've only had this, since being with Candy.
The worst mistake I ever made was to advertise for a penpal and to reply back to Candy.
I was in love with her, but now, who knows?
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