precarious

xi.

xi.

i inhaled the fresh scent of the spring breeze, as i reached the bus stop. i had no idea where i was heading, but i knew i had to get out of that house.

not just because of the journal.

but because father bailed out on us. my mother is a crazed workaholic that sometimes doesn't even come home at nights.

zoe makes it harder.

escaping the house is the best decision that i have at the moment.