When I Forget You by Courtney Noel

opinion there shouldn’t be any labeling at all. Does no one remember what Martin Luther King said to us? He was the one that talked about all men are created equal, right? Wait... that was Abraham Lincoln. I think. Oh my gosh. I really need to pay attention in history.
                  “So what makes you mad, Becca?”
                  “Excuse me?” I nearly spit out the spoonful of ice cream.
                  “We talked about what makes your parents mad. What makes you mad?”
                  “Nothing really makes me mad. I just make everyone else mad.” I stare into his eyes.
                  “And why do you think you make everyone else mad?”
                  “Because I take things too seriously. I analyze everything. I question why people love me and can’t just accept that they just do. Little things hurt my feelings. I’m a mess. I take everything out on other people and it makes them hate me.”
                  “That’s not true,” Kade whispers.
                  “But it is. No one sticks around because I’m too much to handle,” I whisper back. I get up and put my bowl of ice cream in the sink, and walk upstairs. I can’t handle more negative thoughts. My brain feels like it will explode. I need to go to sleep. The thoughts echo over and over again and I can’t do anything to stop it. I hurt everyone. I’m impossible to be loved. I take things too seriously and it freaks people out, so they leave me. And I hate myself for it.

Chapter 12 : <-- Breaking
                  “So you know Chasity? Well I liked her. Then I asked Becca if I could trust her and she said yeah and I told her that I liked Chasity and then she went behind my back and told Chasity. That’s why all this is happening. I’m sure Becca doesn't want anyone to know, and that’s kind of why I’m telling you. But I don’t think Chasity believed her when she told her I liked her, so it worked out. The reason I’m telling you this is because I trust you. Please don’t ruin that trust.”
                  I’m sitting here reading this message Henry sent one of my friends, Daisy in shock. Henry never asked if he could trust me. He never said him liking Chasity was a secret. And of course I was going to tell Chasity that Henry liked her. She’s my best friend. Besides, she doesn’t even want Henry as a friend in her life.  I re-read the message again and all I can think is, dick.

Chapter 13 : Healing -->
                  I decide at three in the morning that there’s no way I’m ever going to fall asleep, so I get up out of bed and walk down stairs in my fuzzy pajamas and robe. The only thing I find that remotely sounds good is some pudding in the back of the fridge. But it isn’t the standard chocolate pudding, it’s some new flavor called sugar cookie. I miss the days when the only flavors of pudding were chocolate, vanilla (for the boring people that don’t like to go out of their plain-tasting comfort zones), and tapioca. I take my sugar cookie flavored pudding into the living room with me and click on the TV. The only stuff I know of that is on at three in the morning are those boring commercials about “Snuggies” and large cupcake pans. But I decide to give it a try. I scroll through the guide using the up and down arrows on the remote, checking all my favorite channels. Even the Food Network doesn’t have anything interesting on. I decide to just start from channel one, and work my way up the list, figuring something somewhat good might be on. I’d rather watch old CSI re-runs that I’ve already seen three times, than stare up at my bedroom ceiling waiting for my mind to fall asleep.
                  Just as I am starting to relax and let my body sink into the couch, I hear a pair of feet coming down the stairs. My mom and dad are still driving home from the lake, so