Schools not the same, just wandering hoping I turn around and you will be there, knowing your not coming back, but hope has got me this far, there are days of crying, telling everyone its nothing, but they know, walking around trying to put myself back together, go back to class and do it over again, teachers worry, but I’m not sharing, the less they know the better we all will be, the years tell you come back will be long, I know, but willing to wait, friends tell me what you say it just makes it harder.