73 Days

Melancholiia

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Parts 67
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Melancholiia

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A series of letters to a once best friend, a series of letters he may never get to read. There are 73 days in summer, and that means 73 days of change. From a suicidal, depressed, self-harm addicted teenager into a (hopefully) stable young woman, this journal, written to my once best friend, chronicles my recovery. The only thing keeping me alive is a promise I made one year ago, a hope for a better future, and the thought of him. Many things will change, and my journey to recovery will not be easy.All Rights Reserved

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A series of letters to a once best friend, a series of letters he may never get to read. There are 73 days in summer, and that means 73 days of change. From a suicidal, depressed, self-harm addicted teenager into a (hopefully) stable young woman, this journal, written to my once best friend, chronicles my recovery. The only thing keeping me alive is a promise I made one year ago, a hope for a better future, and the thought of him. Many things will change, and my journey to recovery will not be easy.

67 parts