7:06am Monday, February 23
I haven't had a chance to write all weekend, too busy making a homemade ouija board and not washing my hair. It's Monday morning, and I want to feel alive. I do feel alive.
7:21am
It drives me crazy how Rob knows every thought I have. I know that in and of itself sounds crazy, but he knows. He knows all my little details. I only wonder if he cares?
7:25am
And something inside me tells me I'll see him again. I'm not scared.
3:47pm
I'm pretty sure my friends think I've gone mad. I'm sorry, guys. I am feeling on a beautiful spiritual level.
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Satan School of Sophomores
Teen FictionA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
