I wish I could just go to a teacher and tell them about my situation. I'd really like to get help. I know it's the best for me. I don't want to be here anymore. But I'm scared they won't believe me.
The night one of my friends of 8 years left our country, left the places i knew shed be empty. Another friend shared with me a drink. Another friend painted my nails a brilliant green with a little cat ontop. Another friend made a promise to go to the gym with me this Friday. Im not alone anymore, and im so happy.