<3in Life

Savannah can ask what her faults are. I can't. I am scared of the answer. I have had 8th grade blown up in my face too many times. The days of just crying and crying. The days of just questioning myself over and over. The days when I was scared to look in a mirror cause I thought it might crack. Those days when people were against me for no reasons. It makes me so angry. The days when Savannah was the only person I trusted. The days when I wrote so many music notes that I needed to buy more notebooks. The days when I sat with my head down finishing my homework 30 minutes before everyone else. The days when I cried. I am scared to hear the answer. I am scared to ask the question.