April 17, 2011
After what just happened I will never be able to trust the bond between parents and children again. It was awful. I hated it. Those people were just cruel. I wish I could burn the roots of that memory ripe it out of my conscious and strangle it to death. I now know what kind of people THEY were. I remember the way they looked at me, how I felt about them before, well… everything. But now, there's no hope is there? Now, there's no hope. That feeling can never come back. For the first time in my life, I can no longer feel okay. No longer feel okay. I can't even believe I have to write that down. I have to remember the love they showed me then, and cherish that memory. I'm eight years old, and I'm better than they can ever hope to understand they should hope to be. Goodbye hope. Goodbye.
