I am lost in a sea of sadness, mixed with nostalgia, and loneliness. Yet when I think of those who love me, it seems as though there is a boat that will rescue me. But sometimes I don?t see a boat and I feel as though I?m drowning. I?

I dried my hair, I polished my nails, I wore three rings and two bracelets, and I told myself that I am going to be happy. I will be happy because life is sweet and I?m 16 years old and I will never be 16 again. And it is good to be alive.

As I?m typing this, I feel very silly, but this is the only way I can let my feelings out.

I?m going to eat now. I?m not lost anymore. At least, not yet.