again, the faith in the pure innocence of youth and plain human dignity eludes me.

if even a 16-year-old can hurt you so much with empty promises...

it makes me wonder if i was plain stupid, to forsake my dreams of simply conquering my fears over these two days, just to make good on my promise of doing something for my boys.

i'm 23, and i daren't even say that i'm tired. even if i am, i still persevere.

at 16, you should never say you're tired. unless you've been through all my tribulations as a 23-year-old, then you can, at least, say you're tired in front of me.

i deserve an answer.

liars. you all are liars.

i hope you're happy as hell now.

to think i thought of you as someone even closer to me than my blood relations.

and to think you still haven't figured out why i'm so persistent and acommodating.

DO NOT take advantage of me.

and don't you dare even weep when i'm gone.