Chapter 4

That year I missed the end of year celebrations, but I didn’t care I had become recluse and I knew people were talking behind my back; no one was willing to confront me and ask why I was being such a hermit.

My friends lost interest and my best friends gradually visited less and less – it didn’t surprise me, they spent hours sat on my sofa in silence as I stared at the wall.

I wish now that someone had come inside and slapped me, telling me to wake up and face the world but hindsight changes so many things and back then, I was perfectly happy just existing. 

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