Day 2: I Don't Belong Here

I'm sitting here in my room with nothing to do just strolling down on Facebook and listening to my music. A girl like me shouldn't be stuck living like this. I know what I did wasn't a great plan to get my dad's attention but I should have not been punish like this. How am I going to survive 8 months here? I don't understand how can someone possibly like living under these conditions? There is no logical explanation that someone like living with walls filled up with graffiti and in houses that look like they are about to fall down. I'm not exaggerating about the city; I'm just being realistic about the neighborhood.

So, last night I tried to communicate with my friends back home but none of my friends would reply back. I tried tweeting them and messaging them on Facebook but they refused to reply. Is my social status back home is drowning down, that even my own friends won't speak to me? This cannot be happening to me. No, maybe it's my father's plan to isolated me from everyone and everything, yes, that has to be it. My friends could not ditch me like that. Oh, great. I'm alone in this misery. I'm not even sure if I want to make friends here. I doubt anyone is worthy to become my friend.

With no money, no phone, and no car, how will I get by? I'm literally crying as I write this because I never appreciated the things I had until they were taken away from me. I wish that my father would understand if he only paid a little attention to me, I would stop acting up. Ugh, I'm so mad at him. Now thanks to him, I have to live without those luxuries. My life has changed from one day to another but I'm not going to let my father get to me. No matter if it kills me, I'm going to show him that I'm better than Rebecca. I know it's not going to be easy but I have to make an effort. At least I have you, all my readers, as a comfort.

Probably by know, Peter must know that I'm gone and reading this post. Baby, I'm sorry for what my father did. But I promise I'll fix it. I'll find a way to see you again. Just wait.  

Oh  and get this, today before heading to school in the morning my aunt gave a 20 dollar bill. I didn't understand why, she told me that was my allowance of the week. WTH! 20 dollars, I remember my dad use to give 500+. How was I going to get anything done with only 20 dollars. I asked for more but she told me that if I wanted more and I should get a job. I just walked away. Can you believe that, me working? LOL. Give me a  break, I will never work in my life. 

I have to go, my aunt just walked in and wants me to help her to make dinner. 

Wish me luck. 

 Karyme