she felt like she was drowning. not like she knew what drowning was like, she'd never experienced it. except it was a different sort of drowning, the kind where you need to gulp for air, where your cheeks are wet from salty tears, you have a raging headache, and you have a mouth as dry as a desert. the kind where it's not physical drowning, but more like mentally. where the sadness has gotten to you badly. THAT kind of drowning.
she'd had enough of the pain.
I bet you're thinking "oh, she must be suicidal. right?"
but this is where I tell you wrong.
she's not suicidal, she's given up.
given up on life.
she sees no point.
but right now, she's gone through that time late at night where you feel the deepest sadness and you know...
you want it to be over.
