Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : Childrens

I just want to be alone. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want to pretend to smile and make meaningless conversation. I don’t want to answer the what are you doing and where are you going questions today. I feel antisocial. Like I’m looking in on everything. Even though I am apart of it. But that’s how I am when I’m struggling with something. I draw into myself. Is it childish to say I want my mother. These past few days have left me broken and bruised. I need time to heal. I feel so vulnerable and used and hurt. But what did I expect from a broken heart.