I'm writing and listening to music, again. I know you're probably thinking I seriously need some help if I'm talking or rather writing as if my iPod is real but like I said I'm not a touchy feely person that can talk to someone about their problems. I need an outlet kinda like when my parents paid so much attention to my brother. I can't believe I got that bad that I took my pen family's money! Well I can but it's still sort of appalling to just get that low. Talked to Ms. Widell today and asked her how she would approach a student that was going through a hard time, and for one brief moment I wanted to tell her about yesterday and how I don't feel close to my friends anymore. But most of all I wanted o tell her about how today I actually loathed and was angered by even the thought of Mercedez talking to me. But at the same time I itched for her to want to talk to me. And then it hit me.... The reason I felt this way was because I felt the same way with my biological dad when he wouldn't make the effort to contact me. She made me feel the same abandonment I felt when I realized he had his own life and he wasn't making the effort to include me in it. So I've decided that I'm done with people because all they can do is betray you.
Roaringly,
Lone wolf
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