I've started writing. It helps with the crippling anxiety, defers my terrible mind from him and that awful night. And I love the way it feels to have my fingers fly over the keys instead of worrying the hem of my shirts. I've been reading more, too, and writing the starts of stories on title pages or in the cover of hardcovers.
Katherine can hook me up with plenty of young adult fiction, but her store is otherwise full of erotica, so I prefer to frequent Barnes & Noble. She and Griffin have been particularly mushy as of late, and it would be annoying how incapable they are of being apart, if it weren't so fucking adorable.
Last night, Katherine had to go upstairs to get her Starbursts from her nightstand, and she was barely off the couch when Griffin was like, "I'll come with you, dear," and followed her with a crazy wide smile. My mother shrugged at me, and we finished 10 Things I Hate About You.
Griffin and Katherine are the kind of people that are completely, unabashedly in love with each other. It makes me long for something like that, but I'm really starting to wonder if I'll ever feel it.
a/n: aw my darlings. katherine and griffin aren't going to be in here frequently, but they will be here sometimes.
YOU ARE READING
comfort {complete}
Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...