I can't do this.
I've only been here three days, and I've already narrowly missed a panic attack. I have to call my mom and tell her I can't be in this school anymore.
On a positive note, Gerard ended up sitting with me at breakfast today. His roomate and Ray and Clo were busy talking about shit, so we got to talk. I don't think he really knew what to say when I mentioned that I was poor as fucking dirt. I get that, I guess. He's gotta be from a really rich family.
The video I have of Sweet Pea really helps, even after the Thing. I probably traumatized her, but she likes cuddling with me a lot more, so I guess that's something.
At lunch, I'll call my mom. She might be just going to work, but she really needs to know this. I know when I leave I'm going to miss my friends, but we can keep seeing each other. Maybe. On social media and stuff.
I hope they won't forget me.