[ WP ] You are 18 years old , and you 're writing your autobiography for your entire life . Write only page 147 .

And so just like that my life was changed forever. Overnight, I had gone from carefree teenager to... *this*. While other boys my age spent their days thinking about the Premier League and Miss Miller's legs I had completely lost all sense of reality, of what existence meant. 
 
 Every night when I lay down in bed, I saw their faces. I saw them like I always remembered them, so happy and carefree. They look at me with such innocent eyes, such carefree faces, and that is what hurts most of all. 
 
 It was n't my fault. *I was so naive, so stupid! I never meant to do anything that would ever harm you. * I tell them this every night. I write this on the walls. I scratch it onto my skin. I scream into the empty air. Anything. I'd do anything for them to hear. 
 
 The expression on the faces I see never change. The vision I see is only temporary, a mirage of my desolate state. And this is how I know that they are gone forever.
