We all screw up. More than once. One million times.
Doesn't mean we can hurt people on purpose and expect to be forgiven.
Messing up isn't an excuse.
But everyone deserves another chance. Not everyone can find it in their hearts. It takes skill to forgive. And I would give anything for you to forgive me.
I know I hurt you. I know that you hate me. But please forgive me.
Reflections are weird. I don't like looking at myself. Because every time I do, I hurt. I am constantly surrounded by gorgeously tanned humans. But looking down at the water my pale face smiles. Neither of my parents are tanned. But neither of them have blond hair, and for some reason I do. Screwed up into a bun underneath my blue beanie.
Today I wear blue. The same as yesterday. And tomorrow. I always wear blue. Orange is my favourite colour though. The same colour as my sisters hair was. Now that she is in heaven, she lights the sky with her hair to wish me goodnight.
I love my family. My brothers are always there for me. My parents feed me and keep me warm and safe. My puppy, Whiskers, can be rough, but his white fluff is so soft and keeps me warm through these winters.
I don't go to school any more. I liked school. All my teachers were nice. All the kids were too. Except this one guy, Sam, he always sat alone and didn't even say 'hi' to me. Mum and dad had to pull me out of school though. It was too expensive. I would be in year four now.
