So apparently there is a show about me and my friends. Based on books. The books got the story right. The show didn't.
It's even worse than the crappy tv movie Hanna was in. It feels like I'm a Pretty Little Liar all over again. That was... I thought I was over feeling that way. It was such a terrifying experience, spread out over years.
Emily's parents disowned her too many times to count over this and so did mine. I found out Ali was my sister, and Courtney, and Jason. Like any of the three of them were sibling material. But.. I still feel like shit.
I'm at Princeton, like I'm supposed to be, and I feel like I might start using speed again.