I never had any particular memories of any of the schools I went to. I didn't really care all that much. New school uniforms would arrive at my door when I woke up today, so I look forward to it every day. I became this way because my dad travels as if he wanted to sample a new, upscale restaurant meal. For a long time, I didn't want to be among people; aside from what I desire, it hardly matters anymore. One of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make was probably leaving my current school. Perhaps I would simply keep telling myself that I need to move on and stop loving him, or perhaps I'm weary of seeing the world, or perhaps I just adore this town. I don't think I can do without him, or maybe I fell for him too soon. it's affecting my mental health, I don't love him anymore. I guess this new phase might be a best beginning for me.