in which a girl who is severely depressed realizes that she had found someone to love her. DO NOT COMMENT HATE. this story may be basic, but I was literally like 12 when I started writing it so I know it's not the best, it gets better towards the end & the sequel is 100x better

What happens to London when she finds her boyfriend sleeping with someone in the bed that she has to sleep in every night, and has nowhere else to live? Does she leave to go back to her abusive family back in San Antonio, or will she find love with someone else under the same roof?