Dear Scarlett

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Dear Scarlett

I stayed mostly in my room today, with the exception of meals.

There's not much things in my room, it's pretty boring.

The first thing that catches your eye when you walk in would be the size of the room. It's really big, because of two main reasons: 

1. my parents are rich

2. I used to share it with Gillian

But now it's just me. Her stuff is still here, all of it, nothing has been removed or changed. And I like it this way, I don't want my parents throwing out things that belonged to her, it's not their right to do that.

Our, my, bedroom has light cream walls and wooden floorboards with a huge white rug in the middle of the room. There are two beds, one in the far right corner and one in the far left corner (I sleep on the far right), and between our beds, there is a little lounge area with a black table and red couches. My closet is next to my bed and my bathroom is next to the closet, same goes for Gillian's side, ever since the accident, I've never gone to her side of the room, or touched any of her things. It brings back memories that I don't want. 

But it sounds luxurious, doesn't it?

No it isn't, it's far from luxurious. Yeah, everything's great, but it's so big and I'm the only one there. It's always lonely and dead. I have nothing to do much either except for reading the books that I borrow from the library everyday. My books are the only things that can let me escape my life, it shows me a world better than the realities I have to face here. In those worlds, I have friends that I could hang out with, parents to support me every single day, a boyfriend even, maybe.

Any world is better than this world.

One day down, 4 more to go.