As i started my speech in front of my class, i think of the times i was never heard. After regaining my thoughts, i started my speech. “Words are wasted on those who do not listen.” My thoughts, yet again, focused on my past.

Upon these thoughts, i wanted to leave. I just wanted to run, and run, and run, and i never wanted to come back, but i know i can’t. The only person left in my life is here, my sister. She was the only one who listened too me.