Dear Heather: where have you gone?

I am angry and confused. I do not want to have to go to school tomorrow to face life. In fact, I do not want to do anything but lay in my bed and think. The problem is that floodgates never simply leak...they always break down and then the flood comes. I don't know how I would survive without them though. Still, I feel as if I'm drowning in everything...your face and her words and the silence...I cannot come to terms with the silence. This storm of hurt and anger is brewing and I'm helpless to do anything but sit and watch, because I am sitting in the eye of it all.