It amazes me how much I don’t care or worry about myself. If you’re worried about me, don’t. It’s not real. No one can truly care for another person unless they love them and not one of you loves me. I wish my Aunts were here, or that I was back in Alhambra living with one of them. I need someone to hug right now. My brother runs away when I want to hug him and my mother flinches and tries to get me off her; she hates me.
I haven’t slept in 35 hours and I feel like my heart is shattering into a million pieces. I need a warmth that I shall never have.
Don’t mind me, I’m only feeling melancholy.
I finished my AP English summer homework and I return to school tomorrow to face two tests, already. I start Japanese school again on Saturday. Think positive, Bri. You always do.
Fully alive, more than most; ready to smile and love life.