Next day, I say I still have nausea and pain even though it's a lie. Physically I feel good. But spiritually, I am dying of sadness and pain... Okay, I'm not dying. I would never get like that over a man, not even Asher. But I am very sad and not used to love problems at all.
I spend all day lying in Xavier's bed (because mine is a piece of shït) while my friends finish cleaning up the camp and my other irrelevant teammates help sick people.
I spend all day wallowing in self-pity, wondering how it can be possible for me to feel these things for Asher when there’s a long list of reasons why I should be doing a satanic ritual to make him disappear from the face of the earth.
Below is the list of "Why I should do a satanic ritual against the sergeant" that I created in the midst of my depr
