D e a r M a t t
I hate Mondays.
Everyone else seems so refreshed and energetic after the weekend, but I can barely stay awake.
Some guy threw me into a locker for bumping into him today.
Is it bad that I don’t even notice the pain anymore?
Mum didn’t even realise I had a black eye when I got home.
I guess she’s too happy about Dad leaving.
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Teen Fiction"I suppose some of us are just meant to be alone. Forever"
