It’s the third time I’ve cried this week. My heart feels just about ready to burst, and crying didn’t help. I feel so tired, and so weak, and so alone. I had another disagreement with my dad about my sister. I am angry, but more than that I feel hurt. I’m trying to be strong, to hold on despite the things that I’m going through. But I can’t do everything for them, even if I wanted to.
I wish I could just get away… disappear for a while.
