Miko-Aizawa

Shoot. I haven't written in a while, right? Of course, I haven't. Life's just so busy lately, school, babysitting, dealing with crazy people, stuff like that. Just haven't got any time to do much. The only time I really relax is when I'm asleep. Let's face it, I don't sleep for very long, sometimes not for days at a time. I'm surprised I haven't gone loco yet. I'm a strange person. I get stressed over anything, I can make a big deal out of things sometimes, I'm almost always paranoid about something, and I have no confidence in myself whatsoever. What's the point of living? It's not exactly my fault I feel this way, it's from years of people

This day...has been quite terrible. Actually, I have no words to describe how bad this day went. I never knew...that someone could singlehandedly turn something that's supposed to be great into a problem. Today was a festival regarding being freed from slavery. Or, it was supposed to be. But, I don't feel so free. Quite the opposite. It's official; I now HATE my father. He...beats my mother on some occasions. He did it just earlier. Somehow, I don't think my mother loves us. Yes, I said "us". I have seven other siblings. I don't think she loves us; if she did, she wouldn't just try to leave us. Even so, she would at least say goodbye! WHY IS