dear diary
this is my fifty-seventh week in high school and i grow out of love.
i slept half the morning.
when i woke up, i felt the closeness of scott.
he wrote numbers on my arms.
while sobbing like a fool.
and i wanted to hit him for that.
scott: i dreamed that you were healed and we were happy
me: no, that is not going to happen!
scott: i know, i'm sorry
me: what are you doing here? you're missing your Math exam!
scott: i hate math and you know it
me: and yet you're the best at it
scott: and you hate to die and yet run to its arms
me: this is not the same thing, scott
scott: i argue against it
me: and i still deny it
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Fallen Girl
Cerita PendekMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
