dear diary
this is my forty-fourth week in high school and i'm still fading away.
landon came in and brought me a dress and shoes.
even though he knew that i can't go to the prom.
which he understood without asking any questions.
he also gave me a Christmas gift.
and opening it, i cut my finger with wrapping paper.
landon: will i see you tomorrow?
me: what do you mean by that?
landon: i-i mean y-you look very dead to me
me: thanks i guess
landon: you didn't answer my question, mary
me: i don't have any answers, otherwise i would say
landon: you're lying to me!
me: yes, i'm sorry
landon: don't be, i'm dealing with it
me: and i love you for it
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Fallen Girl
ContoMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
