Notes

I hate everything. EVERYTHING. You watch your whole life rush past in front of your face but you can't stop to think and to live it. I have no place where I feel happy. Safe. It's easy to be comfortable with the person you've become, but everything surrounding that person is foreign, unknown, even after you've been going through that same situation every single day.
You don't have a home. Maybe a house and a family; but not a home. England is too far away and too far back in time to go back to. It's only just a memory that feels like a dream that never really happened.
Mexico is the now, but everywhere I look I see unfamiliar people. None of them understand it, they're a part of it themselves. If you try making them understand, you'll only fail time and again.
I left Melrose and the moment I stepped out of it I hated everyone and everything in it.
I got into Covaline school and can't bear it any longer. I saw the paper stating I was staying to Covaline High and anger boiled through me. Believe me. Ihave tried to look at the bright side and stay positive before, but all I INSERT WORD HERE (GET TO REACH) is misery.
You can't tell anyone what you're going through because it'll only make you feel worse. It's not because you refuse to listen to righteousness, it's because whatever they tell you , you have already tried it before and failed again. ^^^^^^
Every nice detail you come across every day is only temporary. All pleasure is only temporary. Not even this life is forever. It ends. It always does. Maybe love, but I haven't experienced that yet, so still, nothing os forever.
It's always the same bullshit. Every word I say to others, I don't even mean it. Can't I just escape from it all?
I thought being a good and virtous person was what I neede. But the empty hole didn't fill up. I thought getting closer to God would fill it up. That didn't happpen. I also tried making more friends. The same misytake. I give up now. I will just leave that hole open to God so that he can do whatever he pleases with it, because it's not my problem anymore. I don't bloddy care anymore.