Breakdown
I had an emotional breakdown about everything last night . It was just one of those times when I kept remembering the molestation and I couldnt go to sleep .
I stood awake , writing my soliloquy in my new journal , the fresh page soothing my soul . This was the first time that I was able to release pain , to release tears . It was the first time I could talk about what happened that night.
I realized yesterday that it was okay to cry about it all.
My mother has been so cold lately. She is unaffectionate in ways that I can never be.
I woke up this morning ,chilly form the mid-winter weather here in New York . I didnt want to go to school today , but I did. All I want to do is wirte....
Sus besos es muerte ....
I stood awake , writing my soliloquy in my new journal , the fresh page soothing my soul . This was the first time that I was able to release pain , to release tears . It was the first time I could talk about what happened that night.
I realized yesterday that it was okay to cry about it all.
My mother has been so cold lately. She is unaffectionate in ways that I can never be.
I woke up this morning ,chilly form the mid-winter weather here in New York . I didnt want to go to school today , but I did. All I want to do is wirte....
Sus besos es muerte ....