I honestly don't know what I feel.
I feel like a ghost, just walking around being here. Everyone seems normal.
I'm not. I don't know what to feel about chapel or lunch or the administration or the cops.
This is so much bigger than Pine Ridge or the theatre department.
If I could describe how I am feeling I would say Violated.
Someone in our family, in this place that is my second home, our trust has been broken.
How can you feel safe knowing that this happened?
We're standing together because at this point it seems like only David is on our side.
Others have their person.
I'm not sure what I am supposed to do because I don't have that person.
This family will build its trust again but for now we wait.
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Thoughts and Constellations
PoetryA year full of ups and downs, written down to make someone, somewhere feel something. This is my personal journal published for the world to see. All my thoughts and feelings for a year. It has no plot. It has no ending. It just ends. Good luck tryi...
