SICK

This morning, I was sick. The consist vomiting made my throat sore. El, my little sister heard me and came to my aid.

I love her. At times, she is so sweet, but at other times, she's a pain.

As my head was in the toilet, El held my long black hair back. She was so concern.

After the vomiting, I looked into the mirror and my green eyes were hollow as if death was inside of me.

Now, I know, today will be a special day.

This afternoon, my mom asked me not to judge her. WTF?

Where is E.C.? I need him.