I don't know how long I've been in my room. It's probably been days, weeks, or months since I last left my room.

I stopped going to school either.

My friends also came to visit me almost every day. They constantly asked me if I was OK. My answer was always "Yes, I'm OK," but I never meant it seriously. After all, that was all they wanted to hear from me.

But who wants to be pitied? No one! Me neither. So I'll just leave it alone and that's all I want.

Hayley also came to see me almost every day and constantly tried to convince me to go back...