Moving

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It was a sunny morning, and all I could remember is hearing my mother talking on the phone about me having to leave to Cartlon town for a week. I went downstairs about twenty minutes after I woke up and brewed myself a cup of coffee, I looked at an old magazine and thought a little more about how I was going to survive a week at my fathers house.
Was I really even ready? As soon as I was finished drinking my coffee I headed up stairs to take a shower. Once I finished I settled and put a bun up in my hair and waited for Davin to pick me up.
I wore a white tank top, black cartlon and a high wasted black skater shorts then I decided to wear my new white vans.

that's when it hit me:
I was now sitting in my old room at my dads house, my relationship ended and my heart aching. Stroking to find out why it all ended I wrote in my diary
: "dear diary; why does God hate me? And why do I question if God hates me when I'm an atheist"

seven days passed and my mom hasn't even texted me today. I mean, the weekend with my dad has been great but I just want to go home and roll up on my bed and cry. I cannot get over Davin.

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