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    Every day when I want to take a walk in the neighbourhood, the kids from the high school -not far from where my shack is- would always make fun of my clothes and would call me names. I try not to get that sort of things get to me, but I just can't help it.

   I just want to have some people in my life so that I can take all of this loneliness and burn it. I know sad right?

The problem is, I can't.

  I sometimes attempt to cut my wrist to end my life, but then I stop myself and chant,

  "Gabriela, keep it together now ok, you don't want to end up like your parents, do you?  Things will get better. Don't worry."

Except I do worry! I hope that I will be able to have a life that is not boring as the life I live in now.

I don't have any memory from when I ended up here. I don't know what happened to my family and I in the past, but, I'll wait.

I wonder if this was how my parents started in life as I did or did we used to have so much more. Maybe, just maybe they are out there....somewhere.

"Who am I? Why am I here?"