laurenmorgan
Slouching, she puts on her makeup and walks out the door. She makes sure nobody sees her, and every step she takes, makes her want to shrink more and more. What would it feel like to melt? How nice would it feel to just disappear?
I'm average. I think like an average girl, I seem like an average girl. I think I look like an average girl. Nothing special. I used to think I was different, but everyone's the same. Everyone's pretty average, with only a few exceptions.
Salt and pepper. I'm so hungry. First day in my dorm, woke up at eight, haven't eaten. The dining hall is much too far for me.
I feel silky after showers, love, and sleep.
I feel missed by my friends, my family, my brain. I feel missed by my heart. I need to reassociate and reconsider and relax.
It's like my whole life is being threaded together by one big string. I want to break the thread and decide for myself where I'll be sewn. And if I'll be sewn.
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