chap 4

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2026

Luna had little friends because she's was bitch. Only the people who could befriend almost anyone were friends with her. Or the ones that are assholes too.

I think when I was younger I had made Luna. I don't think she's was new thing. I think when I was younger though, I had a harder time barring myself inside Luna. So people saw this fucking crazy chick who was also mean to everyone. Because Luna is mean.

But now that it's been years since high school, I've started using Luna less and less.

Or maybe I've become part Luna. The part who doesn't care what you think. But I've kept my weird side. I don't know.

And it started two years ago when, Luna was being a bitch like she is. But she was being one to her, my friend, Lacey. She was hurt, Luna could see that. Luna liked that.

I was somewhere inside hiding from the fight. And the pain that made me shrivel up more from an earlier insult.

I made Lacey cry. And in those tears she said that she'd hated when I was mean. She didn't know about Luna, she still doesn't.

That was the day I was in an accident.

I'd been thinking about what Lacey said. I ran into something. I don't remember a lot of what happened. I think someone was there, and while I was scared Luna came out. She probably had offended the guy. The person left, thinking I wasn't in danger.

But I leaned out the window to yell at him. Maybe? I don't know, somehow my car rolled into a ditch.

I could have died then and there.

I hadn't done anything with my life. I barely had a job most of the time and I was 24!

While I was in the hospital Lacey came. She had started to apologize for what she said earlier. I stopped her and told her she was right.

When Lacey left I vowed to never let Luna over take me. To never use my fake me again.

That day I changed.

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