We've never had a fight this bad before. But I had to leave. Camp didn't feel safe. To tell you the truth it hasn't since Will moved out. I miss the way things used to be. I miss him. I don't know why I have so much trouble accepting that he has his own family now and I'm not part of it. Most of them make me want to kill myself.
That's not true. They're not the ones who make me want to kill myself. He is. I hate how he lets them get away with everything even though it hurts him. And me. I hate how he takes me for granted. Sometimes he gets upset at me easily and I think it's probably my fault, because he's tired of me struggling so much. In the past I've always looked up to Will. He stayed calm, he always knew what to do. I wanted to be like him. Not anymore.
