Is it wierd to feel like your drifting away from everyone and everything you loved? I put in all the effort and yet I find myself being a back-up friend, maybe my social skills just aren’t up to scratch, I mean my father is an alchoholic who came home every weekend drunk and I couldn’t have anyone over because of the fear he might have one of his bi-polar moments and abuse everyone. Why is life suc a cruel mastermind?
Confessions of a 17 year old whose lost his way