#4

 

January 4th 2015

Today's been a long day, tomorrow the school starts again so today I finished my homework and I finished to get me ready for school.
We spend our whole life counting on people, waiting for them, and at the end we finish full of disappointments.
But then I learned, I start to understand what to expect or not for each of the people around me.
Here, in another place, I'm starting all the process from the beginning.
I don't expect nothing but inside me there is a little light of hope, hope that I'm wrong, hope that people really care.
I know that I'm always dramatic, it's not that but, I write about sad things, this is what I always do without post it anywhere.
I had a copybook in my room where every time I felt sad I wrote on it, hours and hours writing on a copybook in the middle of the night.
I like to write but in English is another story, I'm trying but It's really challenging for me even if I've been here for four months in America and I'm sorry for all the mistake that I've dove or I will do.