one thing my friends don't seem to understand is that feeling small makes me feel safe. i will purposely curl up into a ball and shove myself into a corner or under a desk for comfort. and it may not be more physically comfortable, but there is a sort of calm and mental stability that it brings me. it is a way of shrinking myself until i am so small that my problems can't touch me.
and yet, they can still make me feel big - and in a way that i enjoy. when they lean on my chest, wrap my arms around them, my problems become small.
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Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
