Aubrianne Ivanov
Aubrianne's funds she had access to were rapidly depleting with the m*rijuana she started to smoke during the day to not think about her worries and to help her sleep at night.
Only to wake up the following day and for everything to come crashing down on her again, she would repeat the cycle, choosing to buy marijuana rather than a proper meal.
Sadly, Aubrianne could not think past her mother's death; if a day passed and she so happened to venture beyond her mother's death, the next was how alone she was now.
She had no one she could turn to, not even a shoulder to cry on while they patted her back, consoling her and letting her know everything would get better with time.
Nope, she had no one. And Aubrianne struggled immensely with loneliness, and she had no genuine friends.
Her state of depression had gotten so bad at one point, desperate to ease her emotional torture, she wanted to feel actual pain to focus on.
