WHILE OTHER
TEENAGERS are out with their friends, having fun and
creating memories -
here i am sitting in my room on a friday evening crying until
my head aches. i have no one who'll help make the crazy
stories to tell to my grandchildren when they become teenagers.
other teenagers meet the stereotype that "these years are
the best years of your life", but i can come to the
conclusion that these, are my years that are the emptiest,
loneliest, and most painful.