I hate myself because I don't speak to anyone again only because I am too broke, too deep in my mind and again too alone. I hate that I am again staying outside only to not hear my parents fight and I hate that I don't speak. With the friends, with my family with anyone. But 🤷‍♀️ at last I am writing. I don't know when I will speak again. Not soon anyway, maybe when I will start the school. I miss to can speak with the people from there. They know and understand me better that I or my family can. Is it a superpower? Idk. I feel myself too broke. Why I was so fucking kind and nice? To be broke? My Sea is hating me, my Moon is crying with me, my Sun is trying to save me. But I? I just stay and cry with everyone looking at me but not asking anything and I hate it.