hannahbanana1421
being late is never a good thing. i hate being late. my mother always made me late, everywhere we went, everything i did, somehow, she managed to find a way to make me late. and, in turn, make me look bad. thanks mom, it's much appreciated.
and then there's a whole different kind of late that my mother has nothing to do with... what a scare.
I walked down the long hallway, trying to keep my head up. I tried as hard as I could to ignore them, but I couldn't do it. I rushed into the bathroom and started to cry. Again.
you made me somebody. without you, i'm nobody. now you're somebody i don't know, somebody i used to know. i don't know what to do, or who i am without you.