With the
Merry and Bright carnival
on Wednesday,
the pressure
is on.
Because I
know practically
everyone who has
ever worked at
or attended
Bayview,
I have roped
a lot of people
into helping,
which means I am
constantly
being talked to
and talking to
people.
But all the wrong
people.

I haven't been
to see Kjrsten
since I got back
(partially because
she had surgery
and partially because
I've been
avoiding
talking about
my problems,
I've been
hiding extra well
from Monique,
which she tried to
interrogate me about
when I came in
after that test
last week,
Cadence is
pretty much
only talking to
Trey right now,
which I hate
more than anything
I've ever
been through.
The sisters
hate me more now,
and my lies
separate me from
Mom.
For the first time
since I was
diagnosed,
I feel utterly
alone.