Bridget's Journal and Letter to Gray, Week 22 - March
Monday, February 28th Well, Jesus H. Christ, Diary. Excuse my language, but I mean, come on. Yesterday was, hands-down, the most stressful day of my life. I thought I was going to die on that car ride to the hospital—I really did. It wasn’t even that she was driving that badly—Mem’s a great driver, normally—but just the fact that she was so, indescribably… f****d-up. I’ve never seen anyone like that. So, deadly silent, yet bubbling to the surface with I don’t even know what emotion. Rage? Fury? Anguish? Pain? I still can’t believe she did it—any of it. I mean, the calling out Mia part, I get. (Saw Mia in school today and she literally ran in the other direction. She’s like a deer in the headlights, I swear. f*****g moron.) But the way she got his family out of the room, one at a time
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