The Diary of Bree Thomas.

Chapture Twenty Seven : Im Tired

Dear god,

I'm tired.

I'm tired of sleeping on the ground.

I'm tired of smelling like a dumpster.

Im tired of always being hungry.

I'm tired of seeing Taylor walk past me and not even glancing my way.

I'm tired of the way jagger looks at me.

I'm tired of siting in the subway playing music to earn money because nobody wants to higher a homeless, dirty, teenager.

I'm tired of getting stared at by kids and their moms.

I'm tired of it all.

Always,

Bree