The wonderfully wild adventures of a crazy girl.

2.//Blur

My parents won't stop screaming at each other. If I press my head against my pillow hard enough, it all becomes white noise. My ears fill with cotton and my mind fills with dust. Abandoned dreams from peaceful nights tangle themselves into my hair. My eyes squeeze themselves shut and clamp tight. I can't stand to look at the word right now, everything is too bright, looking like a Technicolor painting. It's all a noisy, messy, blinding blur.