10/31: I reached my breaking point last night. Everything I’ve been bottling up exploded into a hyperventilating-I can’t breathe-I’m going to throw up-inconsolable-cry. As much as I hate letting it out, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My life felt like a hopeless cause. It is one of the worst feelings when you feel as if no one understands you. I thought my Mom would understand, but she made it worse. She called my Aunt for me to talk to instead. My Aunt understood my cry for help. I want my life fixed.


Dear God,

Why’d you take him and not me? I don’t understand.


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