Chapter 67

But life got harder the farther I moved away from the small town. I realised I had to come up with ways to earn money because food just doesn't come so easy. I tried looking for jobs, but owners were hesitant to offer employment without identification. Either they didn't believe I was eighteen or they thought I was an illegal immigrant. They were days I went without food and some, where I just couldn't be bothered with life. I even tried to kill myself a few times by walking in front of moving cars. I even tried to jump off a bridge, but I just couldn't do. Eventually, life got a little better, and I tried to cope, but the crazy thoughts didn't leave my head, at least not until I met Valdo. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. I looked at the Falls and sighed. "Life is hard. Many persons ridicule persons who commit suicide, but they just don't understand what goes through a person's head," He turned me to him and looked at me with concern, "Have you ever...?" he didn't need to