or when being called pretty doesn't feel good.
my second attempt at wearing a dress to school. it was physically comfortable, but as i walked down the halls all day, receiving compliments left and right, i seemed to sink farther into the gelatin which has put my brain into a stasis.
my thanks were thoughtless, just automatic responses to semiautomatic comments.
YOU ARE READING
Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
