I feel lost. I hate this place. I hate my aunt and most specially I hate the way my bed feels at night. It has been almost 2 years since I left home. I thought this was going to be different, I thought this was what I wanted Turns out it isn’t. Turns out I just want to be home with my real family. I want my mother, my father and my sisters… nothing more and nothing less. I just want to be back home but I can’t let my feelings to up and surface because I know how much it will hurt. Because it destroyed me last time, because it is more powerful than me and because I know this time I won’t make it out alive.
small post about an old compilation…
The weather did a thing and there are bird tracks by my door. I’m happy.
3 pages from my JYbook
3 more pages from my JYbook
visual communication journal