Alive

but dead. This month, is moving month for our family. Either to Diamond Bar, Rowland Heights, or even in Brea/Fullerton area. My mom's always crying, and my dad's never home. I'm just in between waiting for something miraculous to happen. I am sick of all this patience stories and I just want to go somewhere far away. I am dying of sickness. Weeeeeeeellllllll, I'm tired.