I'm not torn, I'm just getting it together;

I know I already posted today, but I think I've gone crazy.

I didn't go to my seventh hour class. I skipped economics. I couldn't take another person asking me why I was so quiet or if I was okay. It's not that I didn't know they had good intentions. They care for me, but...none of them know. They never will. I went out to my car, but I knew I couldn't go home because my dad would be there. So I sat there in my car, crying with the heat on and the radio on. And at that moment I didn't give a fuck about whether or not I was wasting gas.

I just cried.

This is me with no you.