Edith’s day was perfect, like always. She has all she would ever want, good friends, loving parents, a perfect boyfriend.

She loves her life.

She loves her life.

She loves her life.

Edith loves her life.

She should stop being so selfish.

4-19-18

I’m a bit more freaked out then usual. Everyone— my friends, my parents, everyone— seems to like to tell me how great my life is, and that I should love it.

All except Milo.

I had dreams last night. I saw a field, I think there was a storm, I remember being at what I think is a mall, and I remember being in an attic. I don’t know what it means, but I told Milo about it.

Is there still a chance that I’m just being weird and my life is normal? That Milo’s just weird?

Can there please still be a chance?

I want to feel sane again...