God, i wonder why it seems we try to do good things an get cut down over an over again...

an people expect us ta b like them an look like them an act like them but we cant...we just cant...

if they cant see beyond our thin hair...our toothless mouth...our larger size...then what the hell do they expect us to be...we r who we r...an while we cant be who and what they want us ta b...we r our own person...many inside wonder why we even hang around...an still others wonder why b alive at all...

so much stress...so little time ta get ourselves together...an we dont wanna b here...but yahna says NO ta tryin ta od or any other way of gettin outa here...but she din say we hadda stay an take it from others...an she din say we couldn numb ourselves out so we din hafta feel things...

so if we dont reply right away u all will know we r numbin out...we will b back...someone will b out takin care of us while we cant...we hope u understand...nobody else does...

crys