I hate this. I hate it all. One second I thought it was going to be a good life, and the next I can't handle it. Why can't it just be the same all the time? It would probably be easier to handle, but I'm not sure. In fact, I'm not sure about anything right now. People are lying to me, friends are disappearing, I'm finding out undiscovered truths that I hate, and I'm not sure what to do. Harry says to keep going but It's hard. I usually am capable of being strong, but this time...I just don't know. I don't know. *Sequel to 'ABOD'*