she was wearing a yellow sweater, and black skinny jeans. her hair was down, reaching her waist.
she was holding tight onto the suitcase she had.
i watched her sign the discharge papers.
i watched her eyes run around the room and look for someone, perhaps that person was me. but i couldn't find the courage to go there and say goodbye.
i was too scared to let her go.
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Memoir Of An Insane
Historia CortaKayla is the definition of messed up. After the traumatic events in her life, she is admitted in a mental facility, where she begins writing a diary. There, she writes down her thoughts, emotions and life. ;contains diary entries, texts, events, p...
