Dear Friends

I really want pizza. Thinking about getting some. I can feel the eyes of society telling me to eat a salad instead but who cares, my happiness comes first! Should I? 

My innocence was taken away from me at a young age. Since then, it’s just . . .continued. Mentally, physically. I’m tired. I’m tired of being the bad, mentally unstable one in the family. Shouldn’t it be the opposite given the fact that I’m the only one seeking therapy and medication. Doctors and psychiatrist say I should be one way while my family is converting me into something less. I guess, I could leave, but then where would I go? I’m a poor college student. Perhaps, I’ve gotten used to the mental and sometimes physical abuse. Just one more year to go. . .Hang in there. someday, this will all just seem like a very bad dream.