Two weeks have passed since I started and I've passed out five times, luckily, it was in my room. The third time I almost drowned in the shower, but my wolf woke me up before I could. I have lost large amounts of weight and I only had four hours of sleep in those two weeks, add on the dehydration. Samuel didn't notice of course, so now I can't make him angry. I started to lose hope on getting my revenge, now it just all seems silly to me. I kept drowning in my self-hatred, my jealousy of everyone that can just sit around all day. I would get frustrated easily and just scream or cry. My wolf barely talks to me anymore, the only time she does is when I'm drowning myself apparently. I kept scrubbing the floor, but this damn stain just won't get away. Finally, out of stress, I threw the cloth
