Exams are almost over. Thank the lord. I hate test. I have test phobia. This is strange maybe, but sometimes im scared to study for them. Its hard to explain, but of course it makes sense in my room.
I dont have time to cry, but i would like to. I know that you dont have time for it either. But if i did, could I?
I know i could becuase you called me and told me you always had time for me.
When i get home i am gonna try and be happy and not dread the day that i have to come back, but at the same time i am gonna try and prepare myself for it, again. all over again.
I love you so much ,becuase i dont have to be so strong anymore. I never was strong. I just dont have to pretend. I dont have to pretend at all. All of a sudden i have become a big little girl and im trapped here, living in the white box, all by myself, and i just feel like a little girl, but you let me be a little girl. and you love me.
When im here i do feel like a forth grader crying in the bathroom stall, trying to catch my breath. That was my life everyday. Here i am again.