In one hour, how can I go from devoting my life to stucky fan-fictions and eating my weight in ice cream to fighting for my life and running until I feel like my lungs are going to deflate? I have no idea. When I was admitted to an orphanage, I expected many things. Arguments, fights, back-stabbing bitches. An apocalypse? Not on that list. The 15 year old girl I was yesterday is not the 15 year old girl I am today. And I do not know who I will be tomorrow. All I know is I'll be fighting, and I'll be running. ••• cover credits to the amazing @-TotallyTrue-
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