Leaving.

[full_of_vit]

You sit there, not moving, not anything right now. The spotlight is on you, but you still do not budge. My face must look so queer right now, as I do not understand your motives. I try so hard, and ask so many. My heart fills up with anger and I shriek. "How could you do this?!", you finally speak, "I didn't, you did." Horror streaks across my face. I'm right...I did do this.

So many thoughts are running through my mind...

Oh yeah volleyball started up again.

Love, Adam.