Welcome to year 3. I've run out of things to say now though. I've got class, I've got grades. I've got music and food. I've got games that keep me from thinking too hard. I've drifted from most of my friends here, and part of me regrets it. But it's not my fault that they are no longer interesting to me. New primary now. And I'm scared. She's pretty ... what? special? amazing? I don't know... it's nice to have someone like her around though. She makes me feel like a human being. I have really missed that. Memories of my "place" this really isn't it. I know that I'll never be comfortable here. I will always wait for the fall. it has to happen. Because by no stretch of the imagination do I fool myself into thinking that this can be normal, and that I can deserve this.

But I really don't want to leave.

Knowledge will change everything, and maybe... (if I'm lucky?) it will destory all that I have felt and worked towards.

Only if I'm lucky though. This might be a good time to be unlucky

-CR