Today my mother must have been very angry. Unfortunately I was in reach. I'm always in reach. Normal me would be used to it. I can see normal me moving on and drawing a pretty picture. After losing Harry, I don't feel like myself. It's been about two months and no one has noticed I'm not myself. I'm out of pills and Barrin has not seen me recently. I hope he is okay. I hope Harry hasn't forgotten me wherever he is in the afterlife.
I plan on leaving here very soon. I plan on finding my way to Barrin's world. I know it sounds impossible but I've thought it through very long. I've never actually seen Barrin. Not until after meeting Harry. Taking those pills has brought me places I'll never forget. I need more pills.
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Mystery / ThrillerYou could say Jen was very optimistic, or hopeful. Sees the glass "half-full" and not "half-empty". You'd be going off of her looks and acts, for Jen could not speak. She doesn't have a tongue! Even so, she goes through a LOT and handles it pretty...
