Sorry

Today was a good day, I woke up at 12 pm, I saw my brother and one of his best friends, my mom bought me a pair of shorts, and we went to the theathre, so it was fine, till 9 pm.

About three hours ago I was thinking of how to describe the play, at 11:16 I recieved a message on my cellphone, it said that I will get my things back on saturday, I tried to call him back again and again and again, but I guess (and by guessing I mean I want to think) his both cellphones were off, because there was no answer.

Since saturday I've been stuck here, and both, my mom and my sister, have been telling me stuff, mostly yersterday and today, about my friends, my boyfriend and other stuff, today I opened my eyes, I think it was since my last birthday were all got messed, stop the world, I want to get down, I'm sorry, but I'm tired of this, lies, fights, problems, it's like playing the broken telephone, everybody teeling things for everybody, we've been everybody's messengers and guess what, I QUIT!!!

I quit from pretending to be somebody else but me, form being manipulated from everybody, including my family, of being there for everybody and nobody being there for me, of being left alone when I needed a shoulder to cry on, from being a stupid, for believing every single fucking word anyone said to me before. I don´t know why he told me that I would get back my stuff by saturday, it makes no sense, as long as I know, he was going to be with his family for the vacation, so (and I don´t want it to sound as a regret) he does have time to see her, but not for me, ok, that's just fine.

I'm sorry, but I cant continue, a candle's flame can hold for a while against the wind, but not forever, and guess what, my candle just blew off.