It just sucks knowing you like someone more than they’ll ever like you.
I can’t go home and I don’t have any where else to go and I don’t want to work because I can’t even focus on anything except us and what to do about my mother.
This morning was different. It was all different. What happens now?
Enjoying my last day of freedom because if I go home tonight then basically I will never be leaving again and that makes me want to cry.