Finally, yesterday was Day 100 and i was not happy all day. It was a day of sucking. i cannot think of a better way to say it.
i stopped writing when my best friend stopped being my best friend. Everything stopped. Time stopped, but it did not stop for anyone else, except for me. Life stopped. i am not me anymore and i will never be me again. i do not care what anyone says about it getting better. If you think this is true for me, then you do not know me.
i am angry that my best friend ended our friendship without giving me a chance to talk to him about it. i am angry that i came to the U.S. i am angry that i am still alive. i am angry.