I don't really know what's supposed to go here or why this is even a thing, but I'll do it anyway 'cause apparently it's important or something. I'm Blake -- Blake Stephens. I'm 17 years old and still in the fiery pits of hell known as high school.
I'll always miss my sister. No matter what day it is, or how many years pass. I'll always feel guilty for letting her go out by herself, and I'll always feel like it should have been me, but that's not for anyoen else to knwo but me. We all make mistakes, but some mistakes are harder to forgive than others.