Keep it together.
That's what I told myself nearly every second in these 6 months. It's like a time bomb counting down to the day I explode. One day, I won't be able to keep myself together. I'll break.
Dad used to say if you tell yourself you can do that something for enough times, you really can. So I have to tell myself I can keep myself together, I can do it, then I'll be able to.
Or I'll have an illusion that I'm able to.
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Drowning in the Bad Boy
Teen Fiction**editing, big changes** Charlotte Jacobsen lived a normal life with a loving family, perfect boyfriend and a best friend who she has known all her life. She thought her life was perfect until the betrayal of her most trusted ones and the death of h...
