Entry 69:
Dear diary, today was no different than yesterday. I sit in my room with a raging horny sensation. I am deprived from touch. I am empty. I sent nudes today and they didn't even screenshot. I feel unloved and unworthy. Nothing gives me the same joy it did before what happened 3 months ago. I'm still not ready to talk about it. Not even with my best friend. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
XOXO,
Bonnie
I put down my pen and sighed. I flipped through the pages of my old diary. Every entry the same. I got up quickly realizing I had overslept and was almost late for school. I threw on my red cardigan over my ruffled pj shirt. I ran out the door and was relieved to see the bus had not arrived yet. Just when I was catching my breath I saw the hurdling yellow bus speeding through the road. I studied my neighbor Maddie as she watered her petunias. I wonder if she was as unhappy as me? She seemed unaware and unbothered. Both enough to not be aware of the speeding bus heading onto the curb. I watched as the yellow bus hit her and came to a halting stop. She was a bitch anyway. I got on and we headed to school.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Bloodbags
RomantizmBonnie is a normal teenage girl until she meets someone who may be to bad for her own good. Can she stay away from his charming bloodlust or we she end up bloodless?
