Tales Of Fake Happiness And Keeping BFFs Drinking Champagne

Day 118 of The Andie Chronicles

The chill of the outside air burned my throat, yet it didn’t seem to matter. I needed unpolluted air, to be away from the thick stench of bull shit.

I hadn’t seen daylight today, only moving outside once the sun disappeared. But with the single spotlight in my narrow courtyard, it was enough to see by. It was all I needed.

It was times like this I wished …