Quit mourning and get to real actions. That will be my way of dealing with things from now on.
Otherwise, I'll stay broken and lost within the boundaries of the same small circle of injustice. I've realized.
Since what happened with Adrian three days ago a lot changed. I don't stay up late at night because I'm afraid Andrew may know the truth any minute or that Adrian is going to hurt me again.
In fact, there's a complete different reason that keeps me awake now. Something more worth it this time, and less stressful anyway.
He was right about the fact that we're both fucked up by now, and I embraced that reality.
Really.
The best thing I could do in these times is to accept the truth no matter how heartbreaking it is, it would save me so much time and energy.
I spend hours staring at the dark ceiling with Andrew sleeping beside me not aware of what's happening around, thinking of how I can break his little brother to pieces.