A new friend

Trust?!

Dear journal,
23rd August, 2013
As this was the last day in the hospital... I was happy. No more giant capsules and no more soups without salt. They said salt can get your BP high.... Ugh! Utter non sense. I tell you dairy,
And yeah no more lonely rooms. This was the day I should have rejoiced but since the medicines and all were going on in the hospital the doctor told me to stay at home for a day and then visit your school with the health certificate.
I agreed to her and then after a couple of hours I was supposed to go home. So the doctor told me to to walk around the room and tell her if I felt dizzy! I did but I didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore so I replied no and I walked out of the room. Leaning on the walls of the hospital.
" I can't walk anymore." I said and sat on one of the chairs laying my head against the wall behind me and closed my eyes for relaxation.
" Amy? Get up we need u to change your dress and go to your house back." She said with her notepad in her hand and rolled her eyes at me.
I got up and I reached the dressing room and I changed into a green pleated checkered skirt and a red and black checkered crop top and my sneaks.
I come our of the room and I see my mom standing out. I walked with her and reached home soon,
I opened my room and fell into my bed and hugged it. There's nothing like home. IMMEDIATLEY I fell asleep on my cozy little bed,
I got a weird dream and I opened my eyes in excitement. I heard a knock on my door while I got up. " Come in". I said wand walked a few inches to the door. Before the door opened, I knew it was my mom.
I said " mom pls no more soups am fine and no more capsules. Am done mom!" I walked back to my writing table and sit on my chair and turn around with an eyebrow up.
" Am sorry. It's like... I thought... Mom she came..." I stuttered. While I saw bastion on my room doorstep with a bouquet of flowers. He's my boyfriend diary, I can't upload his pictures to u but he's white, innocent eyes and skinny. I call him skinny boy.
" Hey. " I hugged him tight and kissed him on his cheek.
" Hey." He responded, and handed me the bouquet of flowers in my hand.
" They are beautiful!" I commented smelling them.
" So how was your hospital trip huh?" he smirked and sat on my bed,
" Terrible." I commented and giggled.
" Hmm ," he said and walked towards me. We were a few inches away. He continued while he had a sad face.
" What happened!" I exclaimed and walked towards him and made an eye contact.
" Hey I love you." He said. And frowned his face,
I smirked and sat back on my chair and giggled.
" Is that what u were sad about?!" I laughed and turned my chair around finding something.
" No, I...I..." He stuttered.
" Yeah?" I turned around.
" I brake up with u." He said with his innocent face, and his eyes closed waiting for a slap on his face,
I was shocked, I thought he was defineltley joking.
But no he wasn't.
" Bastion?" I walked towards him.
" Look I really love you.... But I like another girl." he explained. I broke into tears. Tears weren't stopping.
" Hey pls stop crying." He said wiping my tears off.
" No it's fine. Am not a girl who everybody would like to have, it's fine just leave." I exclaimed and wiped my tears. And showed him the way out of my room.
" Who's the girl?" I asked while he lied, and left my room
" Her name is Natasha." She spoke confidently.
" Oh cool." I responded rude and back to my bed.
He closed the door and I broke into tears that moment. People had cheated me so much that I had no way of trusting them anymore. I sat on my bed with my hands on my knees and head on the hands. My face was red now. I couldn't stop crying. I tried changing my mind. This was the second time something similar happened to me. I took out a paper and scratched it until it was in a tearing situation. I wrote a quote from William Blake,
" Never wait for anyone,"
They won't wait for you when they are
Steady they move."
And I took a big chart and my paints from the wardrobe and took out blue and red paint.
I drew an angel transforming into a devil. Then the second piece of my chart, I used it to write.
A second quote from William Blake again...
" Trust people who are worth it." And stuck both of them on my wall. Which reminded me of being tough enough. At least it won't make me pain.
This is done! Dairy, how could this happen.