where is will is way

 He cant come home to this. How can i make this thing right, are her constant thouhgts, no, her only. As  the door closes behind her.... the air, i cant breath, its just me, ok school, first well coffee get a cup. One foot, and then the other, thinking to herself.           Scattered thoughts, is where Ann  seems tolive thesedays so how hard is it to turn the volumn down on a radio unless the button is stuck or you forgot to read the manuel when things dont go your way what do you do its more than that lives other than my own I have to make a way she mumbles and then gulps down the last bit of her first cup of coffee