On April 21st of two-thousand-and-twelve, I made a post that started with a picture of me from the return of a field trip. I told everything that I could, up until there wasn’t anything left to tell. I’m back. And there’s more.
It doesn’t say so here, but my name is Wyntre. I’m sixteen. I’m in love. I hate school. I don’t like people, and I don’t appreciate the world enough. None of this is new, isn’t it pretty much stereotypical for a teenager?
Lets begin this where I left off.
“I’m falling in love again, with a boy whom I care so much about. We are not […]