Author's Note

Excerpt:I look at myself in the mirror. I don't even recognize the person staring back at me anymore. I mean she has my eyes, my facial structure, she looks exactly like me, but she's different. She's different because she looks half dead. No, she looks like she went through hell and came back. My eyes have bags underneath them and they're bloodshot from months of no sleep. My hair's a mess of curls and frizziness. My skin's still clear at least. I have refused to leave the house other than to go to school. Even when I'm in class, I'm not there mentally. I'm barely surviving. -Chapter 6