It's boxing day and I'm still frigging unhappy. I don't see why I should be. I wasn't even happy on Christmas eve or for that matter Christmas. I mean the thought of spending so much time at home with the people that just pissed you off so readily already irks me. It was even worse that I had to go to that church on Christmas day when I really wanted to be at my home church to witness my friends getting baptised. Like how often do you get the other half of your clique getting baptised on the same day? Tell me?

I'm still sore. I really hate doing things against my will. You force me then face the consequences. My black face is worse than anything else. All of you who hear me think that you understand what I am trying to say but I'm sorry to say that you don't. You may think that I come from a perfect family, but you guys don't know what's going on down deep inside. The hurt that I'm trying to heal. I don't know larx. All i can do is to ask God to give me the love to love them for who they are.

If time could go back I wish to go back in time.