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It has been ten months since I graduated from high school and it has been eight months since I turned college, but though months has passed I'm still not over about the things I used to do while in high school and I still miss those people I spent most of my time in the bench at our school especially my soul sister Dian. Dianarra Alcantara is her full name and I've been friends with her since we are sophomore, but we got closer while in junior year. I thought she's just like everybody else, a great pretender but she's so different, she's crazy and freaking talented. Dian and I share a lot of things, even guys! but it never becomes a problem to us, she has lots of things in my mind, that makes her a little undecided, but I love her the way she is. Dian and I loves to have the same thing, we're like an identical twins. Same dress during prom. same accessories, same shoes, same hair clips and even journals, we love having the same things or should I say I love...

I can't call our home, a home. It is just a house with five people living under it, because there's no LOVE at all that makes a home. In our house LOVE is always absent, there's fear, envy, doubt and misery. Love never exist in our home, not once. My brother and his wife always fight, and I try to ignore it, everyday of my life as if I am blind, mute and deaf, but still it affects me, it left a wound in my heart. A wound that would never heal. I've seen everything in our house, I see everything pass by me, it feels that everything's moving so fast while I am stuck in the moment, perhaps that wound which is now a scar made a change in my life. I am this girl with full of bitterness, but I still cry because I'm still hurt and it seizes into my veins, for some reason it can't be healed. It cold not be fixed. I would always be this girl even though how hard I try. Tears can't wash it away anymore because every second of my life, I'm being killed.