I guess I didn't know you as well as I thought.

Where do I go from here? Looking at my tear-stained face in the mirror, I asked myself that exact question. What can I do to fix myself?

I was doing so good. High school was fabulous, I was at the top of my game when it came to my social life and everything was breezing by just fine. I liked a boy, I had tons of friends and the famous five in particular, and I got the locker I wanted. I could deal with all of my classes and I was handing work and leadership fine. Then, suddenly out of nowhere, I hit a rock and things started to suck into a huge tornado of unfortunate events. Everywhere I looked disaster was multiplying. The boy found someone else and didn't bother telling me that the date he agreed to was only a friend thing. I've been feeling extreme hostility from a few kids of the quintet. As soon as something improved, everything came crashing down.

Then everything went blurry. I remember wanting to pull my hair out and almost succeeding. I wanted to cause bodily harm to someone. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to leave. I want salvation.