My parents were called into a meeting with the dean and it was suggested that I leave the school. I did, and shortly after that, I got a letter in the mail saying I was never to return to the campus again. Like I'd go back there anyway. They shouldn't even flatter themselves to even think I'd want to go back there. Every day is like Sunday. . .
Every day is silent and gray. . .
After Webb tore my soul apart, I don't really have anything. I slip farther from the person I once wanted and hoped to be someday. I dread the coming of a new day and having to wake up. Getting out of bed everyday takes so much from me. Every day I return home feeling terrible and isolated.