Penelope pov
□□□
I stretch my legs, as I shift
The couch is big,but not that comfortable
I couldn't make it past the couch, previous night
Feeling miserable, I crawled up into a ball as I fell asleep crying to myself last night
It's just too confusing ,every thing
the entire situation
I want try to focus on the brighter side of things , so day by day I'm not miserable
But I don't see any brighter side here
Digging a pair of clothes ,I walk towards the room at the corner ,down the hallway
I just want to wash the marks he has left behind
When I start to try feel better, it gets worst
I just want him to get away from me
A minute he looks scary but ,tolerable
But at the end ,he shows his dark side which reminds me again and again
Why I hate him
Turning the sho
