11:11

11:02

Entering my room, I fell face first onto my bed before turning over.

I faced the ceiling above me, examining the pattern abundant. It was a dreadful design - rough, and pointy, as though someone had simply painted the concrete and just let it dry. It created stalagmites of white which dangled precariously.

But I didn't think of danger. I though of how dreadfully ugly it was.

Then again, I was always judgemental.

Such a shame I didn't change that mindset.

Slowly, I began to unbutton my shirt, revealing the pale flesh beneath.

For the third time today my chest was exposed, although this time everything was so much more sore. Not unbearably so.

But I still didn't want to deal with it.

Nor did I wish to deal with the rest of my body.