dear diary
this is my thirty-fourth week in high school and i'm tired of being a dying girl.
i can feel their pity and it's so hard to see.
but i know i can't make it any better for them.
so i had to stay in hospital.
where many came to visit me.
even landon did.
landon: i brought some Christmas lights, where do you want to put them?
me: around me if you don't mind
landon: to look like a Christmas tree?
me: yes, exactly that
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Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
