I can hear the rain outside, hello spring. I feel calmed, although my heart still races and a million thoughts are running through my head at 16 frames per second. I just noticed that it still says I'm 15.. well that's a little wrong. I'm 16. Holy shit. I'm old. What the fuck is going on. I read past entires and they all revolve around him.. the one person who I despise to the point of hell.. but it doesn't matter anymore. He's dead to me, as he has been for a while now. Andrew and mine's six months is on Saturday. I've never been one for sentimental mushiness.. nor have I really cared about anniversaries but still, 6 months is big i guess... School is brutal. All you Grade 10ers out there.. appreciate it while you can.. it only gets harder in grade 11. I updated my story again! Btw. www.sitdiary.net/thebrokenstory ♥ Be Safe.