I haven't cried so much in the past two days then in the past whole year.It's hard to breath it's hard to think. My mom doesn't want me, my supposed father doesn't want me either. The only person I think wants me is Josh. We got a truck. And where getting an apartment. I don't want to grow up yet... I'm seventeen.. doesn't that mean I get at least eleven more months. I think I'm going to run to Neverland. I'll live with Peter pan.. I'll be a child forever. I'm not ready. I'm scared.