I hope this is the right thing. I feel awful. I won't be happy like this. But I'll pretend. It's what everyone wanted for me. But I think the longer I do this, the worse I'll feel. I guess I'll fake it til I make it. I hope you know this is the worst thing you could've done to me.

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Eleanor's Journal
Ficción GeneralThis is Eleanor's Deepest thoughts. TW// SH and death