"Maybe one day it will be ok again. That's all I want. I just want to be ok again."
Beep, beep, beep…
Ugh, my alarm! Grrrr.
Ugh, I hate Mondays, then again I hate almost everything, but these days I just don't seem to care about anything and I hate everything even more. Actually, Beck and I just don't care about much these days, it's like we are in our own little world. We don't talk to our friends anymore, we don't even hang out with them. Beck and I just stick to each other and try so hard not to recall the horrible decision we made, that has us feeling like shit.
A/N: This story deals with a very controversial topic. All I ask is that if you do read and review be respectful of other's opinions and views. Thanks! And please don't bash my story, if you don't agree with it or don't like it just don't read it..again thank you guys!
