I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

I think about my choice. Either outcome is bleak. If I stay and live through high school, go to college, get a job, what will ever change? This blackness inside will never go away. I don't make friends; I'll always be alone. If I go, at least there's hope of peace. Chance of a new and better life on the other side.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.