Good morning.
You're confused aren't you? Well... I'll explain...
The past few weeks I ended up in a hospital after attempting to end everything by overdosing. It did not work and only caused me to move in with Mrs. Harvey and her fat, slow, and small dog. That dog always licks my hands every time when I'm crying myself to sleep, and to get her away I tap her snout to have her jump off the couch. She steps over me and curls up to sleep beside me, and normally never gives me personal space.
Mrs. Harvey thinks it's really cute and laughs about it while I'm mildly annoyed.
It's six in the morning and Lucci, the dog, is laying on top of my feet and snoozing on top of them.
She is snoring and I can feel her little chest rise up and down in her little slumber, but Mrs. Harvey is making breakfast and continuing checking on me.
I heard her birthday was in a few days, but I don't have any money to pay for a gift.
I know, I know it sounds really odd but... She treats me like her own daughter and she gives me the love that's left in her old heart. That doesn't stop me from yearning for death, and honestly I only hope she leaves white lilies on my grave.
White lilies were always so pretty and fragile, kind of like Mrs. Harvey. It's sad to her her husband passed away a few years ago, but it didn't stop her from laughing and smiling like it did for me.
We, human beings, were always so different so I guess if doesn't matter what her way is grieving is like.
Ah... Mrs. Harvey is calling me for breakfast, I'll write tomorrow morning, goodbye.
Bonnie Gray
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August's Tears
General FictionRead through the tearjerking, depressing, and dark journal of Bonnie Gray Bonnie Gray is a young adult female who is now learning how to deal with her paranoia and depression by the help of her 74 year-old landlord Mrs. Fiona Harvey Read how these t...
