To Wilson, Part II

it's later in the day since my last post. I was right - it sucks when you have no one. it's newspaper, and there are at least two other people who are on the verge of tears, yet I'm the only one alone.

true, I alienate myself by sitting in the bac room instead of in the whole room with everyone else, but if I sit out there, people are expecting me to talk, and I can't do that right now. My head hurts from crying, my stomach hurts from food last night, my eyes hurt from God knows what, and I want to go to sleep. Screw parent teacher confrences.

I was never one for physical contact, but I really want a hug. Earlier, I contemplated who I wanted it from. I quickly realized, followed by another bout of tears, I wanted my brother Twon. he was the one I wanted to hug me, and tell me it was going to be alright. But since no one knows where he went I'm SOL.

I'm taking deep breaths, trying to keep everything under control, but it's getting too hard. I want to go home. I only have about an hour to go, but it still seems like too much to me.

Pray for me.

~Izzy

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