July 11, 2013.
Things couldn't get any worse I would be for almost two months in a dead end. My aunt had thrown me out of my room, I don't object because I honestly don't want any more problems than the ones I already have, besides that this house no longer feels mine, it's as if it belonged to some stranger and I am invading it. Now he has forced me to sleep in the f*******n room, I don't know why it bothered him that I slept in the living room. Entering that room was the worst part of it all and not only that, being locked in those four walls was suffocating.
My life, if I had taken a 360 ° turn, is seeing the closet that was a disaster, most of the clothes had been cut and stained with paint. The torn photos all over the floor and everywhere were the blissful newspaper ads stating the
