6:48am Friday, February 27
I can finally hear the music again. I can feel it and fade into it. Who knew this would be so freeing?
I thought I'd cry and wish for better days, turns out the better days were waiting here on the other end of the spectrum. I'm so good again. I'm right again. It feels like a demon released out of my mouth when I said goodbye for good. I'm back. I'm me again.
I didn't shed a tear for this. I smile, because it's over. Over. Thank you. Thanks for the end. I needed it.
3:25pm
Today was in one word, wholesome. I felt like an innocent, whole child or something.
3:28pm
I saw the herring! I haven't seen the herring for so so long! It's a good omen.
3:55pm
I'm so happy!!! My face is just lit up, and I'm smiling so wide! I'm free free free!!!!!! The world is my oyster!!! No more toxicity!!!
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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...
