These Hallways, Once Filled With Joy
I stopped going to school about a month ago. It was too much for me. The day I ran away, I stayed at my friend's house. After a week, I decided it would be best not to bother them too much. I stayed on the streets after that. When you eventually found me, I was forced to go back home. The home I adored so much, yet now, I despised.
He was the only one who understood, the only one who cared.
The day he said he was leaving was a heartbreaking day. Perhaps, one of the hardest days of my life. I thought he would be someone who would never lie. I regret lashing out that day. At all of you. I didn't think I'd be this pathetic after he left. He promised me he would never lie, so why now? He's gone now so it doesn't matter. The hallways where we first met seem so lively, yet feel so lonely. I can't bear it.
Why didn't he tell me he was sick?
Why did he leave me?
Why did he lie?
I hate him.
Dear mom, dad, and anyone else who comes upon this: