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Update: Today I didn't want to leave the house. I wasn't feeling right.
I lay on my stomach, sprawled out on the couch, facing the TV, my cheek squished on the cushion supporting my head. The News was on, but I didn't care about the world anymore. I wanted to focus on me for once, and really care for myself. "Millie, there's some mail here for you." Noah walked in the room sloppily, sorting through the pill of letters and post cards. "Holy shit!" I sprung up from the couch, snatching the pile of envelops out of the boy's hand. "I never get mail." I say in shock. I carefully read the letter.
I jumped around the room in happiness and complete shock. "What? What is it!" Noah took the piece of paper out of my sweaty hands.
"I got a job." I say in disbelief.
"I got a JOB!" I squealed, jumping for joy.
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Update: I got my first job today!
Ive never been hired or payed really to do anything, except wash Dad's car, or do the laundry, but even then I got paid like three dollars an hour.
It wasn't the best job ever, but I can take what I can get. I got offered to work in the Cafe in town, mostly washing counters, stuff like that. It doesn't pay much, but like I said, I can take what I can get.
I wanted to see Finn again today, but I felt so sick I didn't want to leave the couch. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I pushed passed Noah, clenching onto the sides of the toilet, and throwing up loudly. "Gross," Noah grabbed a towel for me to wipe my mouth. I didn't know why I have been throwing up so much recently. At first I thought I had the flu, but I didn't think it would last so long.
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4:20 am.
I threw up at exactly 4:19 in the morning, but I just flushed the toilet at 4:20. Time has always fucked with my mind.
Today I went to my support group again. It was one day a week, for three hours. We played the guitar sometimes, we played small games, and wrote letters to ourselves in the future about setting life goals.
Dear future self,
Right now my life is pretty fucked up. I stole a car, ran away from home, and on top of all of this, God decided it was nice for ME to have a disability. Fun right? Anyways, I think my goal for the future is that I want to become an artist, and travel the world where culture is. I think I would tell my future self to cheer the hell up.
Sincerely signed, me from the past.
Crack.
My pencil led broke in half.
"Shit." I mumble under my breath, getting up to sharpen it. Daniel was scribbling down something like it was the end of the world. I wonder what he was writing about.
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"Mills," Sadie said as we sat on the swings. We always went to the same park on Sundays. Mostly to talk.
"Yeah?" My feet swayed, hovering over the dirt below. "They've arrested the guy," she said flatly. My heart skipped a beat. "W-What?" I formed my eyebrows into an arch. Sadie just nodded, pursing her lips. "He was twenty one." She almost whispered. "Jesus.." I let out a sigh of relief but also sadness. "I'm so sorry this had to happen to you," she held my hand. "I really am." I smiled softly at her.
We sat there in silence for a good while.
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JESUS MY WRITING IS GETTING WORSE
