It has been a week since Jeff moved. I missed a whole week of school and my mom was sick of it. She made me go to school. I hate her for that. Why didn't she fucking understand I was hurting?? Why the hell didn't she see? Why didn't she care? School was such a drag, I couldn't help but cry when I saw Jeff's empty desk next to mine. Lunch was horrible, I was so alone. Why do I feel so empty? Won't someone see I'm breaking?? Someone please, please help me!!
