12 March 2011
I no longer know who my friends are.
And I'm still wondering what is wrong with me.
I cried yesterday.
I remember I told myself that that wouldn't happen again after last year.
But it did.
Yesterday.
My eyes teared.
In the bus.
It wouldn't stop.
But I fought it back.
It was painful.
I really wanted to cry.
But I did.
In the lift.
Outside the house.
For quite a while.
In my room.
Back against my room door.
Parents asleep.
It was painful.
I wanted to cry in front of my father.
I wanted to cry in my sister's room, with her there.
I wanted to cry and have my mother understand.
But none of that happened.
And so it repeats.
12:35 PM
