Blog #9 - Goodbye
Dorothy was now 18, and with a new age came a new darkness. It differed from the other types of darkness she had experienced, from moving away from her home and all her friends in New York, to the abuse she experienced with her dad, to her addiction, she was in no way unfamiliar with gloomy times. It seemed that recently each day became a harder battle. Dorothy would wake up with a pounding headache or an upset stomach, neither seeming to have a specific cause. They wouldn’t go away until about lunch time, causing her to either miss her classes at the beginning of the day, or be in so much pain that she couldn’t pay attention to anything her teachers were saying. As the days went on like this, it began to affect her mood as well. She no longer cared for her camera, barely even touched it. It sat in the corner of her room, collecting dust, just like her thoughts. Her mind would go blank a lot of the time, and the only thing that could be shown for her existence half the time was th...