"I guess we'll just have to be screwed up together."
Evelyn Woods is a 17 year old girl on the verge of being forced to go to rehab. When she meets a boy named Gustav, what happens when she realizes there's someone worse off than her?
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HEY GUYS!!! TURNS OUT IM ELIGIBLE FOR THE 2019 WATTY AWARDS. I never thought this would be possible or that my story would gain nearly as much attention as it has because I always just writing it for myself, ya know? Like what would I do if I met Peep? What would I do if I was confronted with the strange situations Evelyn is? I feel like I've put a lot of myself into her as a character and my love for this book and respect to you guys as the readers and my #1 supporters grows immensely each day. Even though I haven't finished the book, I still get comments and votes nearly every single day. I try to reply to as many comments I can but if I don't reply to every one please don't take it personally and just know inside my heart I genuinely love each and every fucking one of you ❤️ Thank you for making my dream come true, thank you for your endless support, I don't even know how the fucking awards work but I'd love to win. I think you guys as my followers deserve recognition, Peep deserves recognition and just everything that I've been through the past two years that I've taken and put the emotion into this damn book. I seriously can't thank you guys enough and I know I'm rambling but I can't even believe I'm eligible. Much love xx
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"You don't even know what I've been through. You don't gotta love me, ya bitch do. Blowin' up my phone like I miss you. You know I love you by the way that I kiss you." ____________
EVELYN
Staringdown at my stomach, I lightly drag my fingertips over the puffy scar that I will always have, forever reminding me of the night that I truly saw how much fight I still had left in me. I don't always pay much attention to it, but right now as I'm getting dressed to go see Gus, it's just sticking out to me.
I don't feel ugly or any less attractive because of it. It's an experience that I went through that's forever marked on my body. Of course that comes with negative connotations but also, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger and I firmly believe that now.
I adjusted my navy blue knee length skirt and did one last makeup check before it was time to go.
"You ready to leave?" I asked Sarah as I grabbed my keys off of the dining room table.
