Reality is collapsing, and the weight of it is suffocating. How is it that a person can vividly remember entering the free, caged walls of highschool like it were just a week ago, when it was yesteryears? Furthermore, how is it possible that a person can change so quickly upon what seems like such a short period of time?
Whatever happened to the introverted girl that preferred her hair tightly kept in a bun, her books straightened, and her presence to go unnoticed by other people?
It's admirable, the amount of confidence and spunk she's attained, but it's simultaneously overwhelming... Appalling even. As if she's morphed into a completely foreign being.
A breath of fresh air my lungs, accustomed to a polluted ecosystem, cannot adjust to. Or vise versa. She has become the air pollution, and your pair of breather sacks, used to clean winds, can't handle the poison. The difference is asthmatic, literally taking my breath away.
Is it too much to ask for progression to freeze for a minute, so I can catch my breath.
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Short StoryI'm writing a book about the things that keeps me up at night. This will be my rant book basically. Please don't try to overanalyze the things I write here, I try not to be cryptic. And if you know me, personally I mean, please don't think I'm distu...
