*I'm completely mortified to send this one. Don't think less of me after you read it*

Dear Zayn,

You are officially a free man. A solo deal is so amazing! You did it, and now you can run the show. Haha, see what I did there? Show? Cause you're a singer?

Anyway...I've got my own solo deal. It's called life. And it sucks tbh. These two jobs are about to kill me. It's only been about six weeks but I'm about to give up and say it's just not worth it. I don't know how much more I can do. The stress is over the top. I'm still having nightmares, which have turned into daymares that I have while wide awake. I can't even describe them because they make no sense. I'm kind of worried that I'm becoming mentally unstable from all of the pressure on me.

And classes for the new quarter haven't even started yet. I'm allowed one quarter off per year in order to keep my acceptance status. And I took the summer quarter off, so this is it for me. Whatever I can scrap together will have to be enough.

It's been my dream, but like I said right now it feels like a nightmare. So, enjoy your solo gig. Let me know how it works out for you. Lol, that's rhetorical. I'm not actually sending this, so hahahaha on me.

Well, this got depressing real fast. My break is over, back to work. Which is what I'm always doing, working.

Ha, I actually had to look up and scan my surroundings to remember which job I'm at right now. Shoe department. Four hours left in my shift. If I don't strangle myself with shoelaces first.

Oh relax, don't call 911. I'm not really gonna do that. These laces aren't long enough...

Ugh. Have fun at whichever party or club you're hanging out at tonight. Oh wait, you'd rather chill alone in your room, am I right? That sounds so perfect I can't...

Bye

Sincerely,

Sara

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There's one more secret letter left. Then we'll be back to Zayn and Sara's current timeline. Thoughts, questions?? Let me know!