"I wish it would rain more. I would give anything to just sit outside during a storm."
"So, I haven’t had a cigarette in almost a week." Violet said as she tugged the long burgundy sleeves of her undershirt over her capped palms. "I don’t know if I should be proud of myself or if I should be ready to kill everyone since nobody will buy me a pack."
Violet scrawled complaints into her notepad with an effortless flow to get the vile thoughts out of her system. Finishing up the last words to a messy sentence, she heard a bump. “Can I help you?”
If anyone would actually like to talk to me, that would be great.
Well… I’m just going to pop in and say hello.
Is it already November? Holy shit, I can’t believe the year is almost over.
I really wish I could go to the library. I haven’t read a good book in forever.
I’m so glad I don’t have to go to school anymore. If I was there today I would have been hearing those dumb Green Day jokes all day.”
Who the hell is this Zoe Benson chick and why does everyone keep saying I look like her?
Halloween is a little more than a month away. I could go out and stock up on cigarettes or get some fresh air at a park or something, but let’s face it. I’m probably just going to stay locked up in my room reading a book like I did last year. The whole “one day, walking free” thing is turning out to be a huge waste of my time.