Thursday, 19 January 2017.

Today I'm going to beg as hard as I can, I need to eat something; or I might die. . . It's probably the best thing if I die, my life is worthless. I am useless, I just hate myself, I hate my life, I just want to die.

Why am I alone? Why doesn't anyone care about me? I just want to be normal. Teenagers my age are out eating burgers and pizza's, but here I am begging for anything eatable. I want a normal life, with a family, with friends.

I decided to ask a man, he looked like he was in his mid 40's. I pleaded with him for a job, but he didn't look at me. I cried out in pain as he walked away, however what I didn't know he would return later that day to get me.

-A.