I-I can still feel her touch. I can still hear her voice. Why does she look so familiar?
That's a question I just can't seem to answer. I shouldn't let it bug me, it doesn't, I don't care.
I walk to the park and sit on one of the rusty chained, old, dirty swings. Do kids ever come here anymore? I have no idea. I can still see her. Can't she just leave?
I pull out my phone yet again and text my mom back.
To mom: thanks
I click it off but I don't put it back in my pocket. I don't really feel like it. I stand up and move over to an old tree and climb up on it. All I can do is think, and type, and think again.
Why don't I tell you about my "doctor". Yep that sounds soo fun *note my sarcasm*. Well she makes me eat candy and I'm not complaining with that, but she makes me write down my thoughts into a "think book". It's literally just a note pad filled with pictures I draw. I wish I could just scream at her, but I can't. I won't.
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I'm watching everyone go to school and I remember the times I went to school. The last time I went was back in grade 10 before it happened.
OH SHIT LOOK I UPDATED
IT???? What could that mean? lol I already know you guys have to wait sorry
