Not much changed.
I'm still alone. It sucks so much. I also have no patience for anything anymore which leads me to believe I need to get away.
I've done this for too long. I've been home for too long. I'm having to endure things I shouldn't have to. I'm having to hide my feelings. My heart. I still can't cry for no reason. I still can't feel hurt or anything.
I get sympathy from my Sisser. That's the only person that really knows why I am the way I am.
And that part sucks so much. And it hurts so bad. And it upsets me a lot. And I can't tell anyone. Ever. Ever. Ever.
I'm desperate for someone to love me.
