The worst thing ever? Being poor. In this position, it is nearly war to try and get ahead of everyone else. You wait for hours just to get one tiny little crumb of bread. Which I have to share with my two sisters. Even worse?My parents were washed away and forgotten by immigration. We go to a school where we have no books,no teachers,no control.I'm lucky enough I even have a journal! Everyone tries to take from me because they think it's not fair I have one and they don't. Truthfully,this isn't even mine now.It's the old me's journal. That other girl,the girl that seems like a fantasy now.That rich girl from Japan who had it all. Riches To Rags,huh? I will try to write again soon. If not, you have my parting and goodbye.
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