It took me quite a while to sleep after the incident with Maurice and that girl Sunny barging into my room to steal $5.00 from my wallet. I wasn't even tired - but finally I did. What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I doubt anyone would even notice me gone. Maybe my parents would get into a fit, especially my mom. And maybe D.B. and Phoebe would miss me. And I'd miss Phoebe too.
But all this goddamn loneliness is just about killing me. And getting a beating from that fat old moron, Maurice, didn't help all too much. But my life is just pathetic, I don't even know how I've lasted this long. If there was one goddamn thing in my life that I could stay for, I'd be happy. That's all I'm asking for, one thing.
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