Here I am again, sitting in my room. Wondering when I'll be let out of this hellhole my parents call home.
Theresa and Mary said that maybe it would be better for us to commit suicide, I don't know if their joking or not but when I think about it, it might be a good idea.
Don't get me wrong, I know I'm too young to know what's right from wrong, but I don't know how much longer I can stay here. I can't even breathe properly, I've been breathing in the same air for months.
I wonder if my friends at school are thinking about me, I wonder if they even remember what I look like.
Well, the boys next door seem to notice us. We've been sending messages to them and contacting the outside world. They have been a lot of help to us.
I think they like us, well, of course they would, they wouldn't have been paying any attention to my sisters and me if they didn't.
I don't know what to think of them really, they seem, nice, I guess. But I feel like we're using them, just so we can send messages to them and get them to send the message to our friends. Especially Trip.
Lux has been trying to talk to him for ages now, but he doesn't reply. I don't know what she sees in him actually. He's not really a nice person.
Ever since that night Lux had ran off with him and came home in a taxi in the morning, he doesn't pay any attention to her.
Poor Lux. I hope she gets over him soon. She's been more depressed than me, Mary and Theresa at the moment.
I think the neighborhood has forgotten us actually, no one stops by here any more to ask how we're doing. Normally there would be a person ringing our doorbell every 15 to 30 minutes.
But no one has. So now me and my sisters are stuck here. Taken away from the rest of society. And left in our own self-pity.
God, if only someone could take us away from here. But no one will.
Please. I don't know if I can live here anymore, or I'll just break down.
I hate my life.
Theresa and Mary said that maybe it would be better for us to commit suicide, I don't know if their joking or not but when I think about it, it might be a good idea.
Don't get me wrong, I know I'm too young to know what's right from wrong, but I don't know how much longer I can stay here. I can't even breathe properly, I've been breathing in the same air for months.
I wonder if my friends at school are thinking about me, I wonder if they even remember what I look like.
Well, the boys next door seem to notice us. We've been sending messages to them and contacting the outside world. They have been a lot of help to us.
I think they like us, well, of course they would, they wouldn't have been paying any attention to my sisters and me if they didn't.
I don't know what to think of them really, they seem, nice, I guess. But I feel like we're using them, just so we can send messages to them and get them to send the message to our friends. Especially Trip.
Lux has been trying to talk to him for ages now, but he doesn't reply. I don't know what she sees in him actually. He's not really a nice person.
Ever since that night Lux had ran off with him and came home in a taxi in the morning, he doesn't pay any attention to her.
Poor Lux. I hope she gets over him soon. She's been more depressed than me, Mary and Theresa at the moment.
I think the neighborhood has forgotten us actually, no one stops by here any more to ask how we're doing. Normally there would be a person ringing our doorbell every 15 to 30 minutes.
But no one has. So now me and my sisters are stuck here. Taken away from the rest of society. And left in our own self-pity.
God, if only someone could take us away from here. But no one will.
Please. I don't know if I can live here anymore, or I'll just break down.
I hate my life.