I feel so sick. I feel as sick as I did when I went to that school. I can’t tell if it’s because of the Widow’s Silk, natural causes, or my own f
v |ng head. I still don’t feel as sick as I did on Graduation Day, though.
I'm about to go on stage to receive my diploma. I've been in this school for 13 years, ever since I was 5 years old. Throughout all my years here, I think I've only grown to hate it more and more with each passing day. I didn't want to hate it at first, but after my father passed away, I just can't find any reason to like it... Maybe once I'm finally out of here and able to start my own life, I'll get over it and move on. Maybe then mom will finally chill out and be proud of me. Here's hoping.
- I never wanted those events to transpire
- I never wanted to discover everything that I did
- I never wanted to hurt anybody
- I never wanted to be framed
- I never wanted to be in that school
- I never
never wanted I never wanted