He stood on the edge of his roof staring down at the ground, trying to determine exactly how far it was from him and how fast he would fall:
Lizzie went back to Rome with a record deal and the only time I have seen her is on MTV. She wrote to me the first two months she was in Rome but after that, they just stopped. I didn't expect her to come back to me or anything like that but I expected her to at least email me.
The only one I have left is Miranda, she comes over from time to time trying to cheer me up and sometimes she does suceed. Only sometimes. She hates it when I am in these kind of moods, she once said that I'm going to do something that I will regret later. I always answer I might but you can't regret regreting. That makes her smile because it doesn't really make sense.
My parents are always gone, so they don't notice my borderline depression. I always wish for them to just turn up and say 'Oh we came back early to spend time with you' but not once has that happened.
All of this leads to now, me, here on my rooftop staring down at the ground, trying to determine exactly how far it is and how fast I would fall.