It's a question. Whenever I ask myself whats wrong I answer it but today my answer was "I want to go home". I was standing in my kitchen asking myself that question, asking myself what was wrong and why I was feeling the way I was. Then I looked down at the box of batteries in my hand and thought of my step dad. I thought of how he'd been there since I was 2 and how so suddenly he left my life at 14. I thought about why he left and where I was now, why I hadn't talked to him more about it.
Even now as I walk out of my room and practically become crippled with pain I consider if I should talk to him or not. So many people in my life influence the way I think and act and never have I found a man who obeyed the law or was honest in his actions.
After going downstairs and hiding my face away from my friends and into the crest of my mothers neck I've lost what I wanted to truly say. The urge to bawl still lingers but as my friends remain in my room I keep my throat shut tight and my eyes hidden with the back of my head.
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