Torn

This is the real way a friendship ends. Not with some huge screaming row, but with a gradual withdrawal. You’d think it would be less painful this way.

You have to understand that not everything in the world is black and white.

It's too weird to think about - how death seems to rewrite all the rules. People who never talked to each other can suddenly cry together. People who used to be close can hardly bear to be in the same room.

You know what they say: "Your school years are the best years of your life." To which I say, "If that's true, I might as well kill myself now.

The butterflies in my stomach turn into vampire bats as we pull up to the school.

Maybe this is how madness works. At first you're worried you're going crazy, but in the end you don't even care. You embrace it; it's the only thing you've got left. The only thing you can trust when the rest of the world has gone to shit.

Another prayer to a God I didn't quite believe in.