I got in a car today.
The first time since my accident.
That's the thing about New York, you never have to get in a car if you don't want to.
In Canada, you don't have a choice.
I said I was okay.
But I panicked for the rest of the day.
No matter what I say.
I am not okay.
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Eleanor's Journal
General FictionThis is Eleanor's Deepest thoughts. TW// SH and death
