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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
At 3.48am I ran out of my house in pure madness at this time of the month with black cats following me and ashes in the wind everywhere. I gave him my last blessing. I never cried so hard in my life before. I'm trying to be as silent as possible, curbing my sobs under the rolled blanket, so Daddy won't hear me in the living room. Luckily I'm not in school right now I don't have to pretend everything is rosy and alright. Time is running out. There is no hope, no future left. I will deal with it and give myself time to heal. I don't think I ever want to look back at this entire episode again, it's so desolate and unhappy. I'm gonna bring Sunshine in my room and look at him till I fall asleep.
it's Tuesday, August 19, 2008 now