Well, ya see, I moved to this new town last summer. So, all the friends I thought I could talk to are a long way from here. The ones here act like they don't listen. There was only 1 friend I had here. His name was Branson. He was the youth leader of my mom's new church. We both grew up in the same town at different times. We loved doing the same things and loved our hometown. It was a miracle we met. But he got fired one day. It wasn't my mom's fault though. Some of the parents thought he wasn't responsible enough. He went away a long time ago without saying goodbye. And I don't know, but I've never got over it. Maybe it was that I felt he would help every time I needed him but when he just left....I guess it just really hurt. So now it just feels that I can't go to anyone with any problem. Not even my own 'rents. I still am kinda depressed about it, and ppl hate me for not letting go of it, but they don't understand. He was my brother. He even said he would be my brother since my real one just moved out. And now I can't find him and I can't help but miss him. So, there's my story.