Groggy this morning. Beth texted a couple times; I don't feel like responding. I don't feel like talking to anyone.
I wander around outside, go shopping and spend too much of my parent's money.
Mom calls me, but I don't pick up.
I feel like I'm dreaming. Not peacefully. Feverishly. Scrambled brain.
I'm rotten inside. Part of me likes the feeling. It's honest, at least.
Beth keeps texting me, asking if everything is okay, but I can't will myself to respond. I just stare at the text and then forget to reply.
I know I'm sabotaging myself, threatening our relationship, but it all just feels inevitable, bigger than me.
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Teen FictionTim's public high school experience thus far has been characterized by bad grades and the total absence of a social life; he's listless and needs a change. So, after grade eleven ends, his mom decides to enrol him in a bizarre, little alternative sc...
