Dear Journal,
I know I'm having a breakdown. I opened my eyes this morning and I clutched. I've never felt this bad. I can't even get out of bed. All I want to do is go back to sleep. I can't face the day. I'm getting behind in my classes because I can't function and it seems to be getting worse. Dr. Frederick warned me that the pressure of college might be too much for me, but I didn't listen to him. I can't let this control my life but it is. Maybe I'll just take another pill and sleep my day away.
I was in such a state last night after my date that I'm sure I'll never see him again. This "thing" I have is ruining every relationship in my life. Mom and Dad are very worried about me. I keep lying and telling them I'm doing fine, but I know they can see right through my lies. I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this. Sleep, glorious sleep, please come back.
Angel
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The Final Act
Short StoryA chance meeting at an audition brings Rory and Angel together and the magic between them on stage carries over into their personal lives. But Angel is keeping a dark secret which threatens to ruin her relationship with Rory. Will he find out and...
