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dear diary,

Sometimes I wish that I am a bird.

 I have always liked the idea of wings and flying because birds are free creatures. I feel like I am a bird who is not only in a cage but is chained the wall and forced to exist. 

I am a bird longing to be free, free from my pain, free from my illness and my family free from the burden that is my existence. 

today my wings were unchained. The boy was called Jonah. He has a daughter who goes by Lila and he saved me. I like Jonah. He noticed my pain and calmed the ocean of my brain. Wow, I just rhymed. Ha ha ha! 

Jonah told me that his fiance was like me. suicidal that is. The only difference is that unlike me, she succeeded. He doesn't know about my eyes though. I bet she could see. I bet she wasn't going blind. 

I'm going to see Jonah tomorrow. he's coming over here. I should tell mom and dad, but I know they won't mind, really. 

I'm going to tell him about my illness. If suicide doesn't scare him away, maybe that won't either. It's all I can think about at the moment; the weight of the truth on my chest. I know he's going to leave me, just like my so-called 'friends' did when I lived in Dallas. 

I miss Dallas. I wish we didn't have to come to London, but mom says that thinks will be easier for us here but I don't like it. 

It's so cold and it rains all the time. That was the first thing I noticed when we arrived, as well as the unofficial rule that prohibits you from talking to anyone you don't know.

I don't know how i'm going to make any more friends if no one will talk to me, but with my illness it will be even harder. no body wants to be friends with the boy who is going blind. 

do they?

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