"As she places the capsule on the tip of her tongue, she is flooded with that feeling. How do you describe the feeling of being able to live another day? She relies on the pills to keep her going, to keep her mind sane. Without them, her mind becomes a whirlwind and she begins to self-destruct; she is no longer safe. Although she is not addicted to these pills, she could not live without them. There's a difference between needing something and being addicted to it; with an addiction, you believe that you need it. She needs the feeling that the capsule gives her to get through her day in a monotone way. They do not make her happy; they simply make her live.
Although she is surviving, these tablets will not be enough forever; they will only block out the voices for so long. Her hands grab fistfuls of hair as she shakes her head, trying to get rid of them. She needs to get rid of everything; she simply wants silence. Is that too much to ask for? As her fists tighten their grip around her hair, her muscles become so rigid that a swift move could rip out clumps of hair.
Oh, she's a mess. She is such a beautiful, beautiful mess."
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Internal Wonders
RandomCredits to @itssskulsoom (Instagram) for the amazing drawing on the front cover. You're my best friend and a truly amazing artist, may you go far. This book is a collection of my thoughts over the years. Experience can make for an interesting tale...
