Dear Journal,
Its been a rough three years. All of middle school and part of high school have seemed like Heaven and Hell. Its because of him and myself and my family. I guess I should start at the beginning of all of this....
I walked through the doors of science class in May of 2011. There he was. All perfect and God-like. Oh, but how too soon I would find out how un-perfect he actually was. Like always when I walked in, I smiled at him. He doesn't like you. I told myself.
