Your hell and my hell are 2 different things,, eddie {twilight}

me
Do you know how it feels like when your parents don`t love you. When your health probablay the last thing is what they are worried about. That you stand outside in the pooring for 2 hours,, just because they forgot to pick you up. I do,, the last time I had a real talk with my parents was 1 year ago. Every night I`m supossed to eat alone,, but who wants that. Who loves to sit alone every freakin day. I don`t,, so I don`t eat. Every day i have to walk back from school because I know they are not gonna pick me up. But what the hell,, it`s only an hour walk. And you know that people are looking,, and that they think poor girl. Well I don`t want there pity,, i just wanted that one of them could love me.

I finally walked trough the doors of my house. “fresh clothes” I say to myself. I talk a lot to myself,, because I can`t stand the silence. When I was down stairs again,, I saw the light of the answering machine burning. “hey sweety” my moms voice,, she always calls me sweety. I`ll bet it`s because she forgot my name. “your dad is in Berlin for business” Yeah getting drunk “and I`m not gonna make it before dinner,, so fix something up okay,, sweety” see,, she can`t even say goodbye to me. But on the other hand,, it`s like living on your own. Except for the fact that I`m only 15,, so maybe it`s a bit to early to live one my own. Now that I think about it, I didn`t told you my name,, did I?? Well it`s Aislin Marlowe. I was born in Watford, England. It`s nearby London. But my parents thought it was necessary to drag me to America,, well happy happy joy joy for me. I already live here for 2 years,, and I still have no real friends.

I know why that is,, and nothing that anyone,, ever is going to say can change that fact. I`m supposed to suffer all my live alone