if I were 14, and 15 when I looked at myself in teh mirror adn I saw horror. Except I know that is not the case, but I wish somehow it were. Simply because I could hide, literally, in the closet.
I wish Fernando were here. Ii want him here. I want my brother here. Or my grandma, or my aunt. Or Javier. I don't know, I wish so many thigns. I wish my mom had a job, and I wish I could just be a normal kid in the sense that i don't have to worry about financial and health stuff. It's always me whose shoulder I cry own.
I have no sister. The bitch isolates me whenever these tensions rise up. I hate her for that. SHe is not a fucking saint no matter how many times she goes to church. I am sorry! What else can I say? I was away the WHOLE WEEKEND IN DEBATE COMPETItion QUALIFIED FOR THAT I WORK WITH SO MUCH!
I Came back, and I WAS tired. I Came back, and I HAD to work the Following day. I Came back from work tired and I Was, But I Still Had to do hw. I Could not be there. I have my shit going on too. I can not just leave it. I can not. It's not fair.
I messed up my makeup.
Everything is falling apart, is not it?
Now hush little baby, do not you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffe That upper lip up little lady, I Told and
Daddy's here to hold and Through the Night
I know mommy's not here right now and we gift 't know why We feel how we
feel inside
It May seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise momma's gon' be alright
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