Finding the right words can sometimes be incredibly difficult. I lay in my bed, tearing out pages like crazy, crumpling them up, and tossing them around. I just couldn't find the right words to begin my new chapter for my novel that I have been working extremely hard on. Nothing seemed to sound just right. I felt like screaming because all morning, my thoughts have been consumed by Collyn. I'm now realizing the extent to which he manipulated me, as if I were just a deck of cards at the Ball. "Why I'm I so weak. Why can't I resist him. Why am I still inlove with him after all of this?" I shut my notebook close and flung it on the bed with anger.
Days have past since I personally delivered my letter to the Moon Goddess, yet there has been no response. I have checked the map time after time
