This is just a dream.
Truth is, this isn’t a dream.
I’m so tired of hurting. I’ve been let down so many times. My parents thought about another divorce. Me hearing that just kills me. I have no hope. The killer part is I’m the only one that knows! Johnathon doesn’t live here anymore, and Amber is turning seven. I’m sixteen. I know everything. I understand everything. I hate it.
Sometimes, I wish I never knew. I wish I never understood. It kills me to know. I cried in band today. I couldn’t hold it in. I actually broke down in front of people. The only good this is it was just Alex and Kellie that saw me. Alex hugged me. Her hug made everything feel better for me. I could feel that she really cares. She said, “Kristen, everything happens for a reason.” I told her that when she was having a hard day. She turned it around on me. That made me laugh. Kellie, who didn’t know what was going on, just said she understands how I’m feeling.
Today I realized I have two really caring friends here. Here, in St. Martin.
Who would have thought?
