ironically, when I get home, I read Aimee's next entry.
January 17,
I know Celeste's mom is giving her problems. I don't blame her even though it hurts. On the bright side, Chris trusts me again. Him and Celeste are the only ones keeping me sane right now. The only ones telling me to hold on.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
