It's been nearly two months since it happened.
I thought I'd be okay by now but I guess I'm not.
I thought it would just go away.
I thought I'd forget, moved on by now, but I haven't.
That's why I'm here now, writing this, nearly a month after they suggested it.
I'm stubborn you see. I don't like admitting when I'm not okay- not even to myself. I bottle it all up until I feel like my head might just explode because it can't handle all my poisonous thoughts and grand scale of emotions any more. It's toxic in my mind, maybe that's why they said to write it down because that way everything is discarded from my mind and transferred on to the page. My mind can't take it any more, that's why I'm here. I want to help myself before it's too late. I've finally caved in.
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Confusion
General FictionThe journey of a girl trying to understand and find acceptance after a Night Out at Uni. Please note this book comes with a trigger warning- if you would like info as to why please feel free to PM me.
