I haven’t written on on her in a while, I just haven’t been able to find the right words. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking on my own time. When I’m not with my friends I’ve just been wondering why does everything happen? I mean obviously everybody goes through things but I wonder why these things.
I however was able to find someone who has been willing to actually just talk to me. He has helped me to question things I haven’t thought to question before. I’ve spent the past few days in my bed thinking about everything that’s been happening to me lately and I’m not upset about any of it anymore.
Now I’m in school and I’m ready to be home because this is the only place that has made anything that’s happened worse. But I still haven’t gotten to the why. And the reason for that is because I don’t know. But I do know it’s a good reason. Everything will work it’s self out but until then I’m here.