I was supposed to keep someone's promise, but I really don't feel like it anymore. There are times when it's okay to a break a promise. "I promise that I'll be there today." Then he never shows up, because the road shut down and he couldn't find a pay phone. Then he gives up and goes home. "I promise that I will get that for you." But nothing ever appers in your hot little hands. Easily forgiven. Pure forgetfulness.
This time, I want to deliberately break a promise.

There are so many things I can do to convince myself that I am doing the right thing. I repeat the same words...the same sentences over and over again. Then I am forced to believe it. Maybe this is me grappling with the pain of reality. Sometimes it's better to have people that don't care. Unfortunately there's too many people that care.
I haven't gone a single day for nearly a month without shedding a tear, which slowly forms a salty river meandering in this place we call life.

This summer sucks. If my sister goes, I go too. Only my sister knows what I am going through. Does anybody care? No. I thought so.