June 14th - 3 Days Left
Mikey and I were locked in our rooms for the few days left until we had to move. We received two meals a day, and we were completely cut off from the world.
I was worse than before. Worse than heartbroken, defeated. I felt like I'd been betrayed. I HAD been betrayed.
Our parents had tracked our phones. I had cursed myself for hours for not thinking of that. I was an idiot.
And I would never be good enough for him.
I was officially done with it all.
After all this time and all the crap I had gone through, there was nothing worth living for anymore.
I got out a pen and paper, and wrote a note.
And said goodbye.