My personal life has a meaning. The meaning of being alone and desperate. I don’t want to be alone all my life. And what I’m desperate for is that I want my family back. We were very close with each other. Going to places, having fun…you know, what families do together. Ever since I became a single mom, my family has been ignoring me. That’s why I feel so alone and empty inside. I can’t make up my mind if I love my family or hate them. I should but I can’t. Cause I’m not that kind of person to do that. Cause that would be mean and I’m a very nice and sweet person to care and love. But for real; I hate when my family doesn’t keep on touch with me anymore.