The owner of the Bed and Breakfast my parents stayed at in New Orleans is a playwright and director and she wrote this novel. Why didn’t I stay there?
You fall asleep watching a movie at night. You wake up right at the end. Drag yourself to bed and then end up browsing through tumblr until 2am because you can’t sleep.
PLEASE DON’T IGNORE THESE
people fucking died there
I am an introvert. That means that when I’m feeling down, chances are that I won’t actually go to you for help. In fact, I won’t go to anyone for help. You’ll have to actually check on me. I don’t feel that I should burden others with my problems but if you come to me, I might just trust you enough to let you help.