I started staying with Owen a few days after Chris and I broke up. I'm so overwhelmed, I barely have motivation to do anything.

I can tell Owen is pitying me and hating me at the same time.

I know why he hated me when we were younger, I was a little brat, but I changed by the time we were 13.

Why does everything happen to me?

Dad was here to comfort me some time ago as well. I don't think I've gone a single night without crying myself to sleep.

Owen has a little boyfriend, his name is Brandon. He seems nice enough, he just kind of seems awkward around me.

Not that I blame him, I'm an emotional wreck.

I don't know what I'll do with myself.