Home is where my comfort lies. Comfort has always been something I've strived for. In the clothes I wear, in the places I go, in the people I love. Michael always provided me with an overwhelming sense of comfort. I have anxiety and sometimes have panic attacks from worrying, but whenever I was with Michael, nothing seemed to matter too much. I just wanted to enjoy the moment of me and him.
Last night, after all the events I relived, my bed was my comfort. I love sleep, not because I'm lazy, but because dreams allow me to escape from the reality that haunts me. I wake up, look at the clock and realize it's 7:30 A.M. I have 30 minutes to walk a 45 minute route to work, not including the time it will take me to get ready. Some might just skip the makeup and throw on whatever they could find; but I could never do that. I have a no uniform job, but I can't let myself wear anything that looks sloppy. It's not because I'm snotty, it's because I can barely physically stand myself when I feel like I look somewhat nice. How could I manage to let myself feel sloppy.
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The Note
FanfictionEveryone in Nat's life seems to abandon her, making goodbyes hard for her. That's why she left a note; she couldn't bare to look him in the eyes and say goodbye. When he comes back to town, she can't make herself face him to explain. Nat is left bro...
