Lost.

I feel lost. Forgotten. It's like I've never even excisted.

What did I ever do wrong for all of this to happen?

I cannot see how I did this to myself. Was this ment to be?
Are _we_ ment to be?

And even if I did make a wrong turn at some point - why all of this? This is too much for me to handle - alone.

I can't remember much of my childhood. It's supressed memories of bad things. Things I don't want to know ever happened. Things I regret and things I don't.
Glimts of the past come to me sometimes. It strikes me like an axe to my head.

I wish I could just go away. Forever. A new place. Prefferably all by myself. That way I couldn't do anyone any harm but myself. An island, way out of reach of anyone. Alone, just me and mother nature.