It has been a good two years since I snapped at myself like this. For some reason the universe always finds a way to fuck up a good day for me. There is no more good days for fucking whiny Rosalyn. And all I want to do is die. I can't control my own emotions and they overrun me and I can't take care of myself because, I can't do anything but coordinate outfits fucking right.
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She Who Must Not Be Named
Teen FictionRosalyn Levin is a young sixteen year old girl who in the center of her high school life has found herself in a jam of toxic love. Rosalyn is a broken soul to start with, but can you truly break something that's already broken?
