to him.

32;

Dear, You.

Wednesday is the day today. I am at school and you are too.

You constantly fidget in your seat and I'm not gonna say anything about it.

It was random when halfway through the lesson, you just stood up and stormed out of the room.

I'm not sure why.

I did have a strong urge to get up and follow you. But knowing that I am just a freak, kept me from leaving.

I also don't want my dad to send me to another therapy session.

Only this time, it'll be for teenage rebellion.

And it'll make him think that I am depressed even more.

And I don't want that.

From, Me.