Dear May,

I don't know how much longer I will be able to hold on.

I have no one.

My Mother and Father have given up on me getting better.

I guess it doesn't help that they are too focused on my baby brother.

My Aunts and Uncles were never focused on me anyway. Saw me as the freak everyone else saw me as.

Makayla is starting to get distant too.

She's too focused on wanting to call our brother, well her brother, Diego after Dora the Explorer.

All I have are these letters.

And they are great and all, but honestly it just feels like a diary.

And i was never into diary's.

I never liked telling anyone how I feel.

This is the most I've opened up to someone, but there are still so many things I haven't told you, that I won't tell you.

Eva.