Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Probably around noon or something. I don't know.
My bedroom.
I want to die.
Even though it's stifling in my room, the only thing I have any energy to do is wash my sore face, clean up after Willy, refill his bowl and disinfect the red nail tracks on my abdomen.
Oh and I quit my job today.
I'm going back to bed.
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A Walk Down Ivy Laine
Teen FictionHow are villains made? From the paper ash of despair. Tormented by her past, Ivy runs from the present. With her world turned upside down, she struggles with reality, sanity and loss---and hiding her darkest secret. With everything ripped away and...
