Dreadful

I don't like being here. I seriously don't like the idea of divorced parents. I have to live with my dad, which is pretty cool but I barely see my mom. I don't like people feeling bad for me but I mean everyone knows. They have the freedom to do whatever they want now.My parents think taking me to a doctor would help. I don't think I have depression. Yet. "Sara, come down and eat," my dad yells. "I'm coming I'm coming." I go downstairs about 30 minutes after he called me. I find a note saying, "went to work but
left you some breakfast." Wow gee thanks dad. He left some pancakes. My favorite.