dear journal,
i don't have much to say because i spent the day in my room crying and thinking about everything. Michael and Calum came to my room and sat here with me
they asked if i was okay, but nothing's okay when you're messed up
i tried talking to luke when he was on the corridor. I started chasing him and asking why he was avoiding me
he just kept rambling about ''he isn't real, ignore the psychologist she is wrong''
but my blondie is singing, and he sounds like a greek god
He said
Peter Pan that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely
And ever since that day
love,
ash
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I ALREADY HAVE THE WHOLE STORY WRITTEN AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH IT
THE OTHER CHAPTERS ARE ON DRAFT I JUST- I CAN'T *sobs*