The Journal [Partial Sequel to Masks Off Identities Out]

Page Five

    The pranks had come to a break since the boys were on vacations with their own families. I knew I would be alone so why was I jealous? Maybe because I didn’t have a family, or because the only family I had left was a complete douche bag of a father, or maybe because they had somewhere to go and I’ve relied on them for so long that I forgot the feeling of loneliness. Every Thanksgiving there are about four people who stay, excluding myself. They stay either because they come from another continent and decided to come here, or because they don’t have the money to fly out. My case was because I had nowhere to go. So as I’m writing this alone, in my room, in the dark I am pitying myself which happens very rarely.