april 9, 2015-
he spoke today. he claimed his hatred for me and asked to go home. he asked me how i felt, keeping him here. he's watched me sit myself down at this very desk, writing in this very notebook with this very pen, in this very seat. he doesn't sit there in silence anymore, he yells at me. he yells at me to get up, he yells at me to do something. the boy doesn't know much, and i plan to keep it that way.
