My name is Ana. I'm currently 16 years old.

I'm not like other people. I wish, but I'm not.

In those 16 years I've had more experience than most kids my age or area have ever even dreamed of, but that doesn't mean I don't have similarities to them.

I have Diabetes and Asthma. It's hard sometimes to have a normal life when your life is run by your sick, failing body. There were so many times I hurt my body, some on purpose, others not.

I've always wanted to fit in, have a life, have friends and get good grades. Life isn't always that fair though. Life is cruel and it tests you. It picks on the weak and challenges the strong, and sometimes even the strong get manipulated into thinking they're weak.

I never knew my father. I know his name. I know when he left. I know he and my mum fought a lot before I was born. I think he was around for a while, and then I don't know where he went.

My mum is a business woman. One of the most hardworking people I know. She's amazing and strong and intelligent. But she's not perfect. The stress causes her to lash out at me sometimes, but I've accepted it. I have no other choice after all.

Friends close by I have none. Most of my friends live hours away from me. Even my boyfriend. Ah, my boyfriend. The man I love. But he doesn't love me back. Or maybe he does, but he doesn't show it and always has an excuse supporting everything going on. He scares me sometimes and hurts me, but he doesn't see it. Is it intentional?

This story is mostly about what goes on in my life, a flurry of problems and feelings, almost like an analytical journal to remember through the years to come. After all, there's a lot to say.