Dear journal, today was weirder than usual. When my mom simply told me to give up, I got up, and grabbed my text books, and headed out the door. I headed to the Immigrations building in Manhattan. I knew this was my one chance to try, and maybe someone could help my family and I. I tried to have fate, but I don’t even believe in God. As I walked in the building the same old security guard Irene, checked my bags, and always had to touch my phone case. The meeting did not go so well as I broke down in tears, and gave a whole speech about how people don’t know my real homeland. I made sure to make another appointment with someone else after my breakdown. I knew I couldn’t give up. On the roads of Time Square, I sort of got too caught up in my song. I’m sure lots of people found me tripping on the roads. When I walked into the record store with my headphones on I immediately saw my ex boyfriend with another girl. Suddenly a boy with a bright red tie was behind me the whole time. I felt him following me from the street. It felt like I’ve seen him before, but just we met. As I was watching my ex, he agreed with everything I said. He had a nice smile, and I wondered what he even went in the store for. He didn’t buy any music, it seemed as he was there just to talk to me. But, I didn’t even know him.