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Wendy Bridgeman has lots of faults to her. She doesn't tidy her room, she always hands in her homework a day late, and when she was twelve, her parents left her all alone.
With a traumatising past haunting her, and added with the seemingly never-ending nightmares, Wendy feels like that there is only one thing she can turn to; write down all of her thoughts and feelings in her little notebook, that's always tucked underneath her bed.
Everything's going well, and Wendy feels like that her life is finally getting back on track, until a strange boy with beautiful eyes shows up, throwing Wendy right back into a world of chaos, and strangely, romance - the one thing Wendy thought she was never going to get.
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Warning: Contains some mild language, and some touchy subjects about depression and self-hate