i wasn't always like this...
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Ongoing, First published Mar 11, 2017
I used to have parents. Their gone.
I used to have a boyfriend. He's gone.
I used to have meaning. That's gone.
I now live in asylum. I eat once a day and have drugs constantly pumped into my body. I don't talk anymore. There's  no need for it, no one listens. The plastic bracelet snapped onto my arm says two words. 
Suicidal.
Deranged.
All of my walls are covered by white pads. The floor is covered, the walls and the ceiling. I am in captivity. 
No people but the nurses with smiles on their mouths but fear in their eyes, though not for me but for themselves.
I'M 18. I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS.
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Wendizzy's Writer Room

2 parts Ongoing

In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed. Tex's Camp Q&A: Come sit by the fire and ask me whatever you'd like. We can roast marshmallows, tell scary stories, and hang out in the comments like a big, happy family. Gator's Backstage Pass: A place full of secrets. Learn the-sometimes embarrassing-details on how my wildest scenes came to life, facts about the characters, the process, and myself.