I am suay enough to get a bruise now. Like on my arm. Which lead me to a certain state of depression.
This is like one of the most painful bruises ever. If I'm a masochist I would like it to last.
Sometimes I feel like I dun belong to anywhere or anyone. Yes, I do belong to my parents. But still they are parents and they are to act like parents. They can't cuddle me like I'm a kid anymore. They are to be strong so I can be strong.
They make me happy, and it hurts me to make them sad. I dun share my troubles with them because I want them to be happy with me, for me....
A friend.
How I wished I had a friend who would fuss over me. Look for me when he/she is lonely, and vice versa.... Praise me and be happy when I'm happy... Keep me close to their heart...
When will I find a friend like that...
Tired... I just wanna be small. Really tiny. Then lie on a blade of leaf and just sleep... and dream about my friend.