I don't understand what I've done to deserve this.
I'm pretty much the laughing stock of my school.
I know people are talking about me.
Their whisper's aren't quiet.
They aren't even whispers.
They might as well be shouting it, for everyone knows and I can hear it.
In fact, it's moment's like this where I'm actually happy I'm busy. Because if I'm busy, then I don't have time to think, and if I don't have to think, then I don't have to remember this and feel the pain.
But still, it hurts.
Next time someone you want to talk about someone...
They'll feel like I do.
They'll feel like they've misplaced their trust.
Like they no longer have anyone.
I do have some friends that have stuck by me.
And in all honesty, I'll never be able to thank them enough...
That's me. I'm a sad, crying, emotion eating skipper at the moment.