Today is my birthday I know that yesterday I wasn't expecting anything and that was the truth but the truth was I wanted something to happen. I guess deep down I wanted to wake up to my mom and dad singing Happy Birthday to me and tell me they love me. That would be the best gift for them to tell me they love me. They don't, that's why they don't say it. I am a burden. And not just to them but to everyone. I'm a problem to be dealt with or ignored. For the staff it's to be dealt with and my family to be ignored. Brenda doesn't ignore me but since she was gone for five years and has had to rebuild her life. Even my mom- I think she love me but she the First Lady and has a lot of work to do. My Dad he hates me, I guess he already had all the kids he wanted, and his baby girl Carrie. I'm the mistake. The forgotten mistake.
Tears began to fall down her face as she ran to the bathroom. Her heart was pounding and tears poured out. She hated crying and tried to avoid doing it whenever she felt like it she convinced herself that she was wrong and that everything would be okay. But it isn't and won't..
She shuffled under the sink in the cabinets searching for the razors that Carrie had left. She grabbed it and cut her arm. Suddenly the pain that had been in her heart was leaving through the blood that was pouring out her arm. As her crying subsided and tranquility filled her, she sat for several minutes before washing away the blood and going to bed.
