dear diary,
I bought the rope, calming my decision as truth. I'll go to school be the good girl I should have been long ago, and when its time for me to go home, I'll tie the rope along the old oak and say goodbye to all my terrible cries. The only thing that's holding me back is the note which i can't seem to write, almost like it's making this whole situation to real, like it's making me think again.
-ivey
{don't be an ivey!}
YOU ARE READING
101 Days
Randomit took you 101 days to break me. {intentional lowercase also minor trigger warning}