sure as hell felt like it at my aunt's house. i was sent there for five months while my parents sorted out some problems. they thought i'd "get out of my rut" with some fresh air and change and all that bullshit.

i rarely used their computer because i hated everything they owned. so now all i have is notebooks full of poetry and a few flaking scars.

what the fuck were my parents thinking?

five months. no liam. you'd think i'd be used to it, the way he avoids me still.

i'll be submitting a few over the next few weeks. not all of the stuff i wrote.