Sweetie

I, the dreamer, whose very existence has been sustained by sheer hope of a better life, has finally lost that hope. It has finally occured to me that things will never change, this meaningless existence of mine will never change. My best efforts to become more and do better have failed and that small dream I held onto of someone saving has finally died. All that I have desired for will never come to be. Those that would have been considered my family have turned their backs on me. I'm am nothing but a burden to them. Thus, I have decided that suicide shall be my only options. Perhaps I should have never existed in this world. My stay has been to long. This shall be the end of everything. Goodbye to all. I know I shall not be missed. One whom no one knows can not make an impression with their departure. This is my last day, my final hours. Tomight will be the end.

-Nisha

 So, this is my first post in my journal.  So far today has been pretty good. I've been in a really good mood and I don't know why.  I keep laughing at everything.  Maybe this year will be a good one.  I know it's already March but I'm starting to feel as though things might go well for me.  It is the year of the rat and as a rat I believe this may very well be a good year for me.  I feel like I have opportunities waiting for me and that maybe things will go my way instead of falling apart like they always do.