Edith
I'm so f*****g tired. Everything was exhausting these days. I was constantly hungry, nauseous and tired. I couldn't get a hang of my emotions. I spent most of my days crying and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep up with my studies.
Grace tried her best to keep me in good spirits, but there was only so much she could do. She was just a child after all. It wasn't her responsibility to take care of me, it was mine to take care of her and I felt like absolute s**t about it.
I dragged myself from the comfort of my bed. shrouding my body in the comfort of my cloudy grey fleece blanket, I descended the stairs to the kitchen. The stove clock read 7:36 A.M.
Splendid. Grace wouldn't be up for a few hours still. It was a Saturday, and that meant a snooze fest for the gr
