a wilting sun

Dear journal,

8/31 Once again, the room hasn't changed one bit. I've been here for nine years now, and they've only gotten a few of my Metallica and Radiohead posters from my dad's and framed pictures of me as younger, more ambitious child. The sunflowers located in the painted blue and green and yellow and orange vase has had its water changed and basks in the glory of the one window that's always open. The curtains drift and ripple, and I can't keep my eyes open. Books have become their own piles, and soon the bookshelf will arrive. Guess it's the same as every day. P.S. Aerobic therapy is taking place tomorrow. Happy early birthday to me.

Status: Exhausted.
Mood: Empty.
Smiles: 2

See you tomorrow, journal.

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India is a girl who has had only a cut off childhood to then living in a hospital bed. Her life changed in only a second, and she regrets it all. Her single mother who struggles to pay the bills, and India's diminishing body that, day by day, loses apart of herself. Love was least on her mind.

India usually thinks, life really does only happen in a second, huh? So, on her eighteenth birthday, when she ran into-literally-the boy that changed her whole life just from eye contact? That really changed her life in a snap.