The end? in Journal 2020

I have my bunny, miles with me. I feel tired…I wanted to talk to Kelly today but it’s okay, I’m not scared. I feel tired, mom’s making me sleep in her room as there’s possibly mold in mine and we can’t find where it is.

Bunny…its a really common nickname for me. Every single person who got to close, asked for pictures, manipulated me, made me.... called me that. It isn’t Miles fault, it isn’t he’s just my stuffed rabbit. And I love him. Just…I don’t know how like rabbits.

I’m holding him close thinking about the bad times and I feel okay. I feel like crying but I’m okay.