It hurt looking at his soft brown eyes broken. Knowing that I had made them like that, the hopelessness of it all, made me feel worse. How had it come to the point were I laid down at night thinking of the ways I could have done things different, but knowing that even if I had the choices I might have never taken them. It was 3 a.m and I had mascara ruining down my face. To understand how I got to this point I have to start at the being of all of this the first day to the rest of my miserable life. The first day of ... High School.
