
Originally Posted by
Dpyle
He's obviously missing something important in his life the way his face lit up when I told home home he could come back after we had dinner, and how eager he was when I told him maybe we could play earlier tomorrow. I hate to think of what he has to go home to. The thought of it caused me to need an extra dose of my alprazolam just to get ready for bed. Thoughts like this are what cause my insomnia, but this is the first time it's hit this close to home, which make it that much worse.
This poor child apparently has no one that cares, or maybe he has parents that are doing the best they can, but either way he's missing something at home. A void he is trying to fill around the neighborhood.