Things are back to getting worse. I don’t know if I can proceed anymore, go threw all the upcoming months, get a year older, it’s just too much. I still have to finish high school and I don’t know how to feel about that. I want to escape. Get as far away as I can from this country but in order to do so I’ll have to get a scholarship and because of my background I don’t think I’ll be able to get one. Even if I do get one, I won’t be accepted for who I am, or at least I don’t think I would. I don’t know how to describe myself, all I can say is that I have my moments. At times I am confident enough to get up in front of a crowd and give a speech but at other times I can’t say hello to a certain person. I want to be able to breathe but coming back to my country suffocates me.
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