I finally wake up, I don't know how long I've been laying there, minutes maybe even hours but whatever time it was, everything hurts like hell. I try to get up to get my notebooks but my legs have cuts and bruises all over them. I feel so weak. After a while I manage to get up and walk up to what is left of my bag. Books torn apart, all my school notes dirty and most of them in half or more pieces. Hopefully all my notes in my BVB notebook are left untouched, but my notebook which has all my lyrics and poems in it has a different story to tell; wet, dirty and cut in many pieces. I can't stand this anymore, every day it's the same story except it never got to this point before. So without thinking twice about this I decide to just walk around, see where my legs take me, let fate decide.