God of broken hearts, please help me! I transform myself into a hermit a little more day by day. Melony gave up and goes out to party without me. I honestly don’t want to and just will not do it. My thoughts are directed to a man, the one I flee like the plague. I tried to forget him, despite his letters. I don't know how he found my address. Yes, mine. I receive a star-shaped balloon every day, accompanied by a card. Like every time, I let it float to the ceiling and the card lands in a shoebox, with the others. I resist and don’t read a single one.
A superhuman effort.
With the radio in the background, I force myself to crawl out of my duvet. The day after I arrived, I played the strong girl and Melony dragged me from shop to shop. However, I haven't completely unpacked any bags—or my
