I don't pretend to be loved, I only hoped I was. Tonight my parents went to Mexico so I spent New Year's Eve with my grandma, we talked for a while. I felt so much pain when the time ran out, a new year, no school, no job, no love, no girlfriend (only confusion), and no means of pretending to be loved by anyone. I hugged my grandmother and almost started crying, she wouldn't understand. I don't need to burden her with my shit. I only hope that this new year will bring me something better. I've received 3 postcards in total, thank you to Girlface, Ereneta, and bozon. They are hanging from my ceiling (thank you clearpebbles for the idea). Where are the rest of them?