Eleanor's Journal

Entry 41

I am not okay. Ever since I made livi leave and Kayla left I'm so freaking lonely. I doesn't help that everyone seems too busy to text. I wish I had more friends. I wish I could dance I wish I could do anything. Therapy was awful. It was the most pain I have ever felt. It was worse than the actual injury. I cried. I cried so much. And they didn't care that I was in pain. They just kept going. Some nurse was nice enough to bring me some scrubs to wear so I got to change out of a hospital gown for a few hours. Which was nice. They said if I had loose pajamas that buttoned up the front that I could wear them. But I don't. And even if I did have them at home I have no one to bring them to me. I have no friends. No family. No dance. No work. No love. No pajamas. But you know what I do have? Pain. Lots and lots and lots of pain.