What the hell was I doing?

I told myself never to come back here.

Not now. Not ever.

What happened here can never be brought back to light ever again.

I was not strong then, and I am still not strong now.

I can’t let the memories stay here, invading my mind.

Even though they never left, they were distant…until now.

This house.

This house, holds too much pain, sorrow, and agony.

I haven’t visited it ever since that day.

I never in my right mind would have.

His voice made me come back.

This house.

A nuisance to everyone who heard about it and a depression to everyone involved with it.

My name is Clarisse Wang.

The story I am about to tell you, happened about 8 years ago.

The people involved were some of my best friends and….my boyfriend.

A boyfriend that I thought I would never have any suspicions of.

A boyfriend that told me I was his and only his.

A boyfriend who told me he loved me.

A boyfriend who betrayed me.

A boyfriend who lied and deceived me.

I never knew what love was until he came into my life.

I also never knew what lunacy was until he came into my life.

This story that I am going to tell you, may make you lose your mind.

Like I had mine.

Never believe in someone who tells you, “I love you.”

Because those three simple words, will make you do things you never thought you were capable of doing.

Believe me when I say…there is no turning back from these words.