Zoe has been here a few months but she is just.... Secretive now. None of this shit is remotely right. Once the lovely faint red haired girl I knew and respected. Is now crazy and her hair is no longer faint, it's still red, but dark as hell. But I wouldn't blame her. She was abused and her family was killed. But... My birthday is tomorrow, and I hope she is normal by then. But people don't change over fucking night! She's my friend and I'm not letting her turn into something darker and bigger than herself. I just love her. But in a friendly sister and brotherly way!! I know this story might seem about me, but it's not that way anymore. It's about me, Zoe, and whoever comes into my life! I refuse to back down from the darkness in my life, misery might love my company but I don't like it. Good god. I need to pull myself together.
