I don't remember much these days. I suppose my mind is too consumed with nothingness, sadness, and anger to think about anything else. I just see my days come and go. My life seeming meaningless. I only seem to think about the bad. How my father ran out on us to be with another woman. How my sexual assault will go without justice because my mother won't allow me to take it to court. She is afraid he will retaliate somehow. I understand that, but in the end it is my decision. A decision she didn't allow me to make. I see my family struggling to be okay. I keep waiting for something to show me my life isn't over. I don't even know how I'm still going. I feel empty all the time. No one understands what I am feeling or going through and I don't want to tell them because I'm afraid of what they'll say.