It’s hard to see him at school. Tom and Saint promise to keep me safe, but I don’t even know what to believe, or what to expect from people anymore. I think he’s mad at me… for “taking” his friends, but I didn’t do this, he did.
He’s the one that lost control; he’s the one that hurt me. I never hurt him. Why? Why? Why?
Elsa told me that she wrote some stuff on the board in their English class today. I wish she didn’t. I wish everyone would just stop parading what happened, around. I just want to forget it all and go back to the way things were. Unfortunately, I don’t own a time machine, or a machine that erases everything Nick ever did to me.
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