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Veronica Sawyer used to write cute diary entries about boys, books, and trying to survive high school.
Now? She writes about surviving Heather Chandler, dodging backstabs in designer heels, and maybe-just maybe-snapping hard enough to blow this whole plastic world to hell.
Fake smiles. Toxic friendships. A boyfriend who might be more dangerous than charming.
Westerburg High is a battlefield, and
Veronica's stuck in the middle with a pen, a bottle of rage, and absolutely no fucks left to give.
Dear Diary...
I'm one lipstick away from losing it
TW: suicidal thoughts, self harm, cusswords