It’s funny, everyone around me is breaking down. For silly reasons. Somebody I loved died, but I’m not crying. Now. I freaked out a couple of times, scared myself crazy. But I’m not breaking down in public. I’m sad, so sad that he’s gone. I really wish he wasn’t. “Cuz yeah, everybody here’s got somebody to lean on” Not me. Right now I have no one. It doesn’t matter though, because I didn’t burst into tears during Biology. I have grapes. Grapes are sweet. I need help. I just seriously need help. When I found out I cut myself deeper than I ever had before, thinking somehow the blood would bring him back or something. But it didn’t, it hasn’t yet. Please, Oh God. I don’t even believe in a god but I just want him back so much...