I don't know how I feel. About you, about dad, about his girlfriend. I don't know. Not really. But I wish someone would ask. I wish someone would sit down and actually think about how all of this might be making me feel. Because even though I don't know what I'm feeling, I know it doesn't feel good.
Sigh.
YOU ARE READING
Break me
ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
