Senior year, the very last year of high school. Dahlia is determined to make it her best year yet! Nothing but positivity, good memories, and lots of fun!
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Doesn't sound realistic but we'll see.
A/N: sorry for not updating yesterday! I was doped up on meds cause I had a lil surgery done at the dentist 💀 ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Dahlia:
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{Dahlia's POV} ••••••••••••••••••
Sunday, everything slowed down. It'd been a busy week. I'd spent most of my time with different crowds of people, working hard to make my peers proud to have me as a president. It was just my first week as president and I think it went great. I enjoyed the busyness of it all, but now it's Sunday.
I start therapy tomorrow and I'm terrified. I don't know why. I guess it's just because attending therapy means having to finally admit that there is something wrong with me. That's scary.
I'm kinda ready, though. I'm fucking exhausted all the time and everything is too much. I'm hoping therapy really will help me because I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. The constant pessimistic thoughts in my head, the nightmares I have every time I close my eyes, the hallucinations I have every five fucking minutes, the flashbacks, the memories, the constant anxiety. It's just too much. It's gotten worse since Wednesday and it's just constant. I haven't slept more than three hours this week. I'm a mess.
