Sometimes I hate myself. I cry and think how everyone does not care. But that it not true. In life you are down and you are up. That’s just how it goes. I try and think positive. But sometimes I, everyone has to let it out. And it’s good to let it out. But I can’t stay sad for long. I just can’t. Even with the life that I have been given. I have to be strong. For me and for my sister. The only other person who is going what I am going through. I would be nothing with out her. Our parents do not care. They have to many children and are not able to care the correct way. But with her I am fine. The bright side. That it what I look at.(: there is nothing without that side. And if you only look at the bad that is all you will get. Ever.