I graped my backpack out from my bedroom. School ends in a
couple of months, and I have to say I'm kinda glad. I hate being
the out-cast of the whole school..Plus coming home knowing that
no one will be waiting for me.. It's been three years and I'm still not
getting over the fact that he just left me. It's not easy coming home
with a note from your only parent saying they can't bare to look at
you anymore.. then not knowing where he is freaks me out. I wish it
would just go back to the way it was..