Screw up

Took a day out today. Just me, by myself. I took my phone with me, hoping that just maybe Sophs would call, but as I feared nothing. I wish I could see her again. I think I’m going crazy. My mind is focused more than ever now. Finding her, or her father, or even her monther. Alan Bexter. I’ll start there. Mum and Dad can’t stop me. I’m not going back to college again until I’ve found her. I owe her that much.

What good am I to society anyway? Every two years I’d have to get a new job, retrain, everything. I’m a screwup. A total screwup. Why am I even here. Hey if you don’t see a post tomorrow. Screw it, you wouldn’t be around to miss it anyway. There’s only one thing that ever made sense to me. And now she’s gone.

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