The lies — they had to surface, to whoever it matters. I allowed it to continue, for those who take advantage of my pain. Discomfort rises in my throat as I sit here, wishing to tell you my pain and the feelings of the situation you’ve put me in. It’s too bad — it seems we keep on fighting. Maybe it’s a sign that our love isn’t meant to continue, because miscommunication always stands in the way. I’m reaching the point of breaking down, because the fear of breaking free can’t

August 22, 2007 You hurt me. I’m already hurt. Inside, I’m crying for love. You hurt me. Words mean nothing — they’re wrong. I cry, and I’m allowing it. A reason for me to live life with no one by my side. In misery, I cry — I cry every night now. Mistakes had to happen with those involved, and still, I continue to allow you and them to hurt me.

Me gusta estar sola. Sola no busco el sol, tengo asco porque ya no puedo hacer algo. Soy tonta por caer de nuevo, una y otra vez. No sé si debo ser una hasta el todo, una niña salgo de este sufrimiento. Sería milagroso entre los pupilos de nos. Estoy sola. El sol no sube a la realidad, los días míos siguen siendo llenos de tristeza. Con las nubes grises y mi cielo, te quiero nulo. Solamente un leer que sigo de una pequeña de inmensa estar aún sola, en que estoy hoy en día.