March 16, 2005

• When I was younger, I would lock myself in the bathroom and just sit there and cry. My sisters would look for me all over the house and when they finally found where I was, they would try to get me to come out. They’d talk to me, but I wouldn’t ever say anything. I would just cry. They’d shove pictures under the bathroom door, trying to make me feel better. I’d sit in there for hours because it was where I could lock myself in and not talk to anyone. My other place was this park that was hidden from view….not a lot of people knew about it cuz it was on the edge of a cornfield, hidden from the cul de sac and on the edge of someone’s yard. I’d go there cuz there was never anyone there and just swing and stare at the sky, dreaming. One day, my life will be so wonderful. One day, I’ll be happy. One day, my mom will love me. One day…..

  
  

   

  
  

  Sisters are so sweet.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  I would cry, but I never knew why.

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