Stared at the ceiling for 4 hours.
The wall goes from black to blue.
Voices started so I had to start the music.
Blast it maybe it'd drown out everything.
Replace the lack of energy with loud screams that have nothing to yell at me but sound.
Barely move.
Arms are weak from grabbing the phone.
Have to get up and leave soon.
Get up.
Legs feel weak.
"I don't know what to wear."
Everything looks like a lost version of me.
Who am I?
You're too fat.
You're a girl.
Hoodie. No too hot take the binder.
Steps feel like miles.
Found a shirt...it doesn't hurt. Stop it. Don't cry. You're fine. Stand back up.
There's beeping. Notifications. Texts. I can't.
Music is louder. Stomach feels empty. I haven't ate in awhile. I should... no. It's fine.
Everything hurts but it feels numb at the same time.
It's just another day.
Maybe consider it bad.
Keep going.
Pause if you need to but keep going.
It's just another day.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts in my head
Short StoryI will be having this book as a rant to get my thoughts out of my mind for once they could stay somewhere else... Might talk in third person or use a different name sometimes.
