ⅅℰᎯℛ ℛᎾℳℰᎾ,
Time has passed since we met. 2 weeks to be exact. My depression is slowly lifting and I don't feel as anxious anymore, despite the other student's harassment. You've slowly started noticing the little things about me that scream depression; my small, skeletal figure; the questionable bags under my eyes due to restless nights; and eventually you will notice the faint, light pink scars that adorn my petite wrists. Despite all of this though, I feel fine...Perfectly and honestly...fine...
FRᎧM ᏠULIᏋT x
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Letters to Romeo {Completed}
RomanceFor the past 3 months, Juliet has lived within the depths of depression. Her father, dead. Her mother? Alive, but not living; an empty void of a person with no other will but to drink and smoke until her body gives out. Everything started going wron...
