Everyone came in crying and everyone left crying. Only I couldn't leave. I could only go upstairs and not sleep, because I remember my grandmother is dying in our basement.
I mess up a lot. I'm a cynical, bitter teenage girl who wants to give up on the world, but just can't seem too. Maybe I do believe in fate. Maybe love does exist. I guess we'll just have to find out for ourselves, won't we?
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