Entry Seven
I think Annie is beginning to think of me as a friend now, since I've been the only one to call her back. Maybe Sienna telling me Annie is mentally off was telling me that this was the beginning of something new. Annie and I.
Anyways, enough about Annie. I wrote last that I was afraid of bridges. I haven't always been, really. It only really began eight months ago a little while before I was diagnosed. Details aren't needed at this point in time, it's a painful explanation and I choose to not explain my phobia.
I've been thinking about going back to college in the last few days. Its weird, because I don't exactly want to, yet I do. I just don't want to be the loner again. Not ever, and maybe that's another reason why I'm depressed. Because right before I dropped out I was isolated by every single kid on campus and I don't ever want to feel like a fucking nobody ever again.
Let me just add some happy thoughts into my paper before I finish. Im happy I have Sienna and Annie in my life. If Sienna wasn't here, I wouldn't have met Annie. I would have also been sent back to the hospital. Without Annie, I wouldn't believe that I had any hope left.
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Broken
Teen FictionA clinically depressed boy running away from his past meets a girl whose beauty disguises her flaws. Through the pain and heartache, the pair realize that running into each other was maybe the greatest event to ever happen to them.
