I promised my sister I wouldn’t cut myself. This year has been one of the worst of my life. They have ripped my papers, they called me names, the boy I loved for over a year is in love with a girl who told me to kill myself. I want more than anything for this to stop. I cant even cry or write in my diary because my parents would most likely call me weak and/or send me back to my country because I fell in love with a boy. I wish I had the guts to kill myself.