This morning started with a panic attack. Slept about two hours and woke up late, dad pulled stupid shit and ended up pissed at me, called me a selfish bitch.
Wonderful.
Tomorrow I get to see the school psychiatrist, which is actually rather exciting.
Sometimes, though, I could swear I still feel Her. Her cold, her pain. Her want for all she had left that she can't quite reach.
I blatantly lied to her, too. I wonder sometimes if there will come punishment for a previously sincere promise.
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