My name’s Jnina.
My name is Jnina. Kinda ugly name isn’t it? I think so too. I like to be called Nina. I don’t know where I should start. So i’ll confess everything. My name is Jnina, and im 14 this year. I was born in New York. My mom had me at 20, and I was the last child she bore. I have 3 other siblings. Out of the four, I am the only one that didn’t get enough attention. I was a mistake. My own mom didn’t know she was pregnant with me, 10 months after my older sister was born. But […]
I’ve never felt more alone than I do now. Some days, including this one, I think I’m bi-polar. I’ve never been officially diagnosed, but it wouldn’t amaze me if I was. I repel people more than I compel any form of welcome, probably because of the anger I constantly wear on my sleeves, or my lifeless stare that can become intimidating once I move my eye brows in the right, or perhaps, the wrong direction. These eyes of mine can look just as puzzled as anyone else pondering why I look so angry and full of disgust all the time. […]
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