I've been holed up in my room for the past 3 hours. I haven't left, and I have hardly spoken to anyone. I'm so sad right now. And I don't know why. I just can't find happiness in anything this book isn't working out. I might try to write another book. I don't fucking know, all I know is I can't continue to write this book. And I am sorry, if you liked this book then message me and I am sure I could pull a summary of what I THINK might happen. or if you would like to take the first 5 chapters and tweak them, then carry the story on as your own, I do not mind. Please give me credit though. This really sucks having to write these words, but I hope you understand. And support my decision.
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the 2 a.m boy
Short StoryAnastasia Eleanor Edwards. A 15 year old girl who is constantly in and out of hospital for various reasons. She falls sick with cancer and has to tick things off her bucket list one by one. While battling cancer, she also has to battle social anxie...
