dear diary
this is my fifty-first week in high school and i'm scared to breathe.
i prayed for hours to get better.
and when landon visited me, i was able to smile a little.
it gave him some hope for the future.
so it's fine for me.
landon: what was the last book you read?
me: Shakespeare's Hamlet it was
landon: his sonnets are really good
me: yes, i love them
landon: but d-d-do you think you could meet him in Heaven?
me: that would be great
landon: i'm sure he likes you
me: yeah maybe
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Fallen Girl
ContoMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
