I crave so much for the safety and comfort of my room. I crave for the ability to just sing my heart out to whatever song that fits my mood. I crave for the ability to be mad and vent it all out.

I feel so caged in. I can't let my feelings out without the fear of being scolded or being ignored or being thought of as a child.

My showers have gotten longer. Tears just stream down my face and blends in with the water. I'm not a cutter or into hurting myself but sometimes, I ponder about cutting. Cutting just so I can feel something else than the pain in my heart.