I’m not sure what’s happening. Except that I can’t remember the last time I went out of the house without my family. The last person to hug me, was my own father. The last person I vented to, was my own mother.

I can’t stand my family, and now, they’re all I have.

I’m not sure what I did, that made everyone so sick of me. I didn’t call the cops on anyone’s party. I’ve only talked to one boy in the last month, including myspace.

I can’t bare being alone, and now, it’s all I know.

I’m not remembering why I was mad at a few of them. So I have no idea how to apologize or if I should. Maybe it was them, who was upset at me.

All I know, is that summer’s over and instead of having met new people, I greet my own reflection—she’s the only one who still talks to me.

My friends dropped me.

No one caught me.

I’d rather be dead.

In all honesty.

I’d rather be rotting away.

And that’s the truth.