So much has happened since I last opened this journal.
Kayla's new roommate attacked him not long after I left. I shouldn't have let livi get to me that day. But I did and I can't change it. And I'm trying not to blame myself. Kayla keeps telling me it isn't my fault but I can't help but feel like it is, at least a little bit. She was burnt. I don't know how her roommate brought a lighter or firestarter or something into the hospital. I miss them. But they're going home tomorrow. I don't want them to leave because I don't know when I'll see him again. I feel terrible for feeling this way, maybe i'm just selfish. I'm a terrible person, I'm laying here wanting something to happen so that she can't go home.
Livi's dads got married again. I didn't want to go. I wanted to go sit with Kayla. I was just as uncomfortable as I thought I would be. I felt like everyone was looking at me, so I spent most of the night in the bathroom hiding. This is killing me. I have all but given up. I can't be happy in this situation. I have to start putting myself first. I have to go home.

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Eleanor's Journal
Ficção GeralThis is Eleanor's Deepest thoughts. TW// SH and death