I used to be happy.
Every morning, I would wake up in the greatest mood from the best sleep. I was relaxed, rested, happy, nice and lively. I had so many friends I would sit and laugh with for hours. The average laughs a normal human does a day is 17 times. For me, that number varied from 20-25.
My life was full of grace and warmth. Everything seemed right back then. Nothing made me in the worst possible mood. Not even my mother.
Again, I used to be happy. Now, I'm not so sure.
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Dear Cheyanne
JugendliteraturEmma O'Connor is mourning the loss of her best friend Cheyanne Wrangler after a serious car accident. She has done nothing but hide in a depression for a month since her funeral. She is even forced to go to therapy by her mom. Now to grieve for the...
