dear hope,
it's dark outside. there is a storm coming in. thunder keeps shaking the house and i can see lightening from the window.
it is funny, hope. you know, how one minute the sky is clear, the sun shining bright and then the very next minute the clouds start rolling in and the sky grows dark. it is funny, hope, how something bright can turn so dark so quickly.
hope, that is how i am. one minute i am okay, almost happy and then the very next minute i am sad and wanting to hurt myself.
i do not know what is wrong with me. i do not mean to be upset all of the time. i do not want to be upset all of the time.
i want to be happy. hah, so why am i not happy? what is wrong with me, hope!? i want to know what is wrong with me.
hope, i hate thunderstorms. they scare me. they scare me so badly, hope.
love,
heaven rae
