June 26, 2015
Dear Journal,
I'm ill. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually fucking ill. Like nothing I've ever felt before.
Diagnosis: Heart sickness.
Symptoms: All of the pain imaginable in every nook and corner of yourself imaginable at every imaginable moment for as long as you live.
Cure: None.
Treatment: Daily journaling. Death.
YOU ARE READING
Amber
Teen FictionThe Austins moved to Oak Creek Indiana to escape reminders of a family tragedy. To forget their past. For the first time in her sixteen years, Hailey Austin is without a sibling. Haunted by the memory of a sister she can never recover and a death sh...
