She walked by a park and sat down on the nearest bench. She didn’t want to go back to the apt., the apt. that wasn’t hers. She watched people talking and laughing, all having a seemingly good time. She thought: When will this end? How will it end? I don’t want to feel like this. It is not good. It keeps me lost and confused. All I want is peace and quiet, a place to rest my soul. A place to forget the last few years, so full of trauma and heartache.It’s not that I want to be like them. I am not them, I am just me. I do want to be glad about something. To smile just because.