I’m not sure what I’m supposed to think. I’m not sure how Patrick even convinced me. Maybe I just missed our childhood and that poem would’ve maybe been a little piece of that night. Maybe. Maybe I was using it to cope.

I learned to repress my emotions after that. I kept silent, I only showed emotion if something affected me. I put on a smile and settled into life without him. But I didn’t like it. I actually hated it. He was the little bit of excitement I had left in that small town in Michigan. After that, I began high school. 

Now I realize I'm pretty much using this as a book to voice my opinions that I normally wouldn’t say. Because of the fear of losing my status. The little class I have left.