Staring at my ceiling has become one of my favourite thing to do for the time being. I've been doing that for the past week. Grandma tries to talk with me as much as possible but I just can't find myself to be happy. The image of Cole and Maddie locking their lips in front of the restaurant haunts me every time I close my eyes. I knew he would never kiss someone else when he is sober but I just can't look at his face without feeling hurt.
There I go thinking about him yet again
Tyler, daddy is such a jerk for hurting mummy
Why can't I just sleep for one year and wake up when everything is over?
"Ly, Alexander is here"Grandma's voice can be heard from the kitchen.
How did that Idiot find me here?
I beg my family not to breathe a word about where I stay but it seems someone with a big mouth ruins it.
Traitor!
