The trip was painfully mute. We spoke few times and the music that drowned out the silence seemed pitiful compared to the sound from 'Whole Lotta Lottie'. That is, if they're even called that anymore. To make up for the previous sleepless night, I had four hours sleep in the car before swapping with Skye for the last three hours. I was dropped off home and Laya greeted me brightly, directly contrasting with my mood. "Leo's coming to see you later. He wants to catch up with you." I nodded silently before heading up to my room and sleeping even more.
Bull shit. You know what I did? I cut. I fucking cut again. Letting the bloody beads rise to the surface was the best relief ever and I didn't hesitate to carry on cutting.
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Dear Lottie
RomantizmYoung Charlotte Sykes has been struggling with depression for as long as she could remember.
