July 17, 2003
I called William today. He didnt answer.
July 19, 2003
I'm going downhill again. My head hurts like one thousand hammers smashing into my temples and my eyes burn like lemon juice on an open cut. I haven't been able to sleep, I haven't eaten, and all I do when I'm not at work is either cut myself or pace my small house and wonder why I'm still even trying.
Ethan got out of the hospital last night. He's fine. He had a long talk with Allie and he made things right. Now I feel bad about wishing pain upon him.. The best part about the whole situation was that after the doctors reassured Allie (numerous times) that Ethan had not suffered any fatal injuries, she still woried about him constantly. When he was released from the hospital, Allie finally went home and slept. She hadn't slept in days. She looked so worn out. I'm glad everything worked out between them.
Today I worked on making my house look more welcoming. When I first moved in, not too long ago, there was no furniture, no color, not one single thing that added to the beautiful look of an antique cottage. All I did today was sweep it out and buy some new paint. It was better than being at home and crying all day. I am going to the second hand store to buy some things for my house. I will write more tomorrow
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Lost Without A Map
Teen FictionA 19 year old girl runs away from her family after struggling with depression, anxiety, and self harm her whole life. She changes her whole identity and in the process, she realizes who she really is.
