Journal Entry Twenty-Six

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Anna thinks I'm sick. I've been sleeping much more than usual, and even when I'm awake, I'm like a zombie. "I'm worried about you," she says.

"I'm fine, Anna," It's not like I could tell her why I'm so tired. My mind is racing and buzzing while I'm awake, and when I sleep, I crash. I used to tell Anna everything, years and years ago. Now, though, I'm scared to talk to her, scared something might slip.

She's sending me to therapy twice a week, hoping that maybe Amanda can figure out what's wrong with me.

I'm silent.

Hugo is my only friend.


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