✒️I am coming back later to edit future chapters and improve the sentences you know.
Opening up to the world around me. Voicing out my sins. Telling them, allowing them to think I'm that attention whore my mother claims me to be. Do they know the pain I feel and does no one understand? Staring at them with my broken eyes through a mask so fragile it's created of glass. They look back and smile at the chipped glass smiles I had placed upon my face.
