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One Month Later…
The alarm goes off and I immediately crack an eye open and groan as I turn to my side to grab my phone and switch the damn thing off.
It’s seven AM—the reason why I’m waking up this early is that I have a job interview in an hour. I should’ve been up two hours ago to get ready for it, but it’s nearby, and anyway, I haven’t been putting special care into my appearance.
I just have to shower, pull my hair back, apply some gloss to my lips, get dressed, and get f****d.
I mean going.
Get going.
I sit up with a groan. Lately, I’ve been more tired than usual and I have no reason why. I mean, I do, but it’s gotten worse.
My mental health is on a gradual decline and there’s nothing I can do about it.
It doesn’t help that I haven’t been home since I left tha
