Day 8

6 July 2008
0615
Hostel room

Read Von’s letter for today and I just cried from homesickness. I miss having a place in my home and in people’s hearts where there is a place meant for me. I miss having friends who like me for who I am. I miss my babies. I miss being around people who love me even I exasperate them at times. I miss having fruits in the fridge.

She said I’m strong but I’m not and I don’t want to be. I just want to feel loved and not as if I’m a burden because I tire easily and don’t know how to take care of myself. And I don’t want to be around fake people who don’t give a fuck about me but they pretend they do. These are one of the most despicable people to know.

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