"Brooklyn, I would like you to keep a daily journal. Just write down how you feel. No one has to see it except you, just promise me that in this journal you will be honest with yourself about how you are feeling." Jess my phycologist suggests, well I guess I have nothing to lose.
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I let Calum read it. I let him read my journal. Then I saw him writing in it. He told me that he was making notes on each entry and that I couldn't see it until it was done.
A/N I'm going to put a trigger warning on this story - it will not contain self-harm or suicide though. I will try to keep depression out of it as much as possible but depression is often linked with anxiety so please keep that in mind.
Peace out xx
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Sweater Paws || Calum Hood
FanfictionLife has no second chances. Life has no undo button. That terrifies me.
