I have a broken life. I break my own feelings because sometimes I’m sensitive when it comes with emotions. I can’t help it sometimes when people hurt my feelings. Most of the time I hold it in…cause I don’t want people to know how I’m feeling and what I would say to hurt them back; cause trust me…you wouldn’t want to hear what I have to say.
When I hear something that would make me upset or sad, I just leave the room and then I let my feelings out.
When I feel like I’m not good enough for the world, I try to think of what I have and what don’t have to let it slip away.
I don’t take myself for granted for the people I love…such as my family and other loved ones that are kinda my family. I cross my mind about the things that would make me happy and the part that would make me sad is when I think of my grandma and more family members that have passed away. It breaks my heart that I can’t see them ever again.
This broken life that I have: it’s pretty simple:
I was just thirteen years old when I first moved to Philadelphia and I was very close with my family. We went to lots of places together…you know…having fun and traveling together.
But then everyone went their separate lives and moved on. I guess they don’t care about me as much as I thought.
Here are the steps of what I’m gonna start doing with my life:
Step 1: Start going to sleep early from now on
Step 2: Stop going to sleep too late
Step 3: Exercise more often
Step 4: Do chores more often
Step 5: Help my mom as much as I can
Step 6: Dress beautiful
Step 7: Stop cutting my hair too short unless I go to the salon
Step 8: Stop being so lazy
Step 9: Learn how to manage everything for myself