once again, i found myself lying in the bathtub, holding a bottle of pills.
elliot had been plotting to burn me even more than i already had been. the ass had been friends with my enemies the whole time.
i didn't need him to be my oblivion. i could be it by myself.
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arabella
Teen Fiction| in which a girl sits in a support group that doesn't make her feel like she belongs. |
