Scared.
Thinking about the rest of the year... makes me choke up.
Thinking about Grad this year scares me shitless.
Thinking about next year makes me sad.
Thinking about my grade 12 year makes me want to curl up into a ball.
I don't know who I want to be right now.
I dont know which way to go.
I have no confidence right now.
I don't want to never see him again.
I don't want volleyball to be over.
I don't want them to graduate.
I don't want to miss them next year.
I don't want to be forgotten next year.
I don't want what happened two nights ago to be the end.
I don't want the pain to be one sided.
Me, me, me.