Wrongs and Rights So many things have gone wrong. Mistakes for example. I shouldn't be on the verge of expulsion, those pot heads should. I shouldn't be stuck at home, those bastards should. Damn, but I can't do anything about it. Which bothers me... I'm sad and completely hopeless because I'm running out of friends and self-esteem. I'll find myself wondering how everybody would like it if I just wasn't there anymore. I always come to the conclusion that everybody would be happier. But I just can't disappear. I have to finish these stupid consequences before I can really leave. And they just keep piling up. I hate being alone and I'm scared of it, but I just find myself alone all the time. Ironic, isn't it? And the boy, gosh darn him. He doesn't want anything to do with me and it's killing me. I don't know what to do. Darn it... do I love the kid?