Diary,

I can't find his room! I'm hopeless! Now, I'm curled up in a corner of a deserted hallway, crying. I don't care anymore. I truly don't. I'm done with life.

I don't know what I want anymore, but I want something.

I don't want Byron, or Krista. Although I love their hugs and comforting words, it's too much. I don't want Malachi, because I'll just cry more.

I guess I just want this situation to be over with. I hate my life right now.

I want to go home. I want to be home. Back in Atlanta in elementary school when I didn't have a care in the world. When Byron was my best friend, and Krista was my other best friend and everybody was happy.

I miss home...

I guess I'm sleeping right here, if I can... I don't have the energy to move someplace else, and I'm too lost to find my way back to the waiting room.

Goodnight, Diary.

From,

Cratey R.