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Four
I woke up stiff and sore, partly from sleeping on the floor and partly from my mom trying to kill me. I stretched out on my back, staring at the off-white popcorn ceiling that could use a new coat of paint. After writing so much last night, I just feel numb. Putting that much of my feelings onto paper has left me feeling nothing. I can't feel angry at her, I can't feel sorry for myself, and I can't feel the usual weight that threatens to crush me constantly. My senior year will be over this Friday when I walk across that stage. Saturday is my prom… a prom that I have a handsome date for, then afterward, we go to a party that I have a date for. It will be my first high school party, and I want to be excited about it. Then, on Sunday… Sunday is the day my freedom begins. I should be happy a
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