she stood in the bathroom alone.
alone. when her overactive thoughts caught up to her the easiest. when she could criticise herself - her body, her face, her mind anything about her.
'hm' she thought 'i could write a fucking wattpad story with my thoughts'.
a story that's half my life and half fiction.
*i'd be surprised if this story's even half good as most of it is thought of when i'm sat alone thinking *
YOU ARE READING
alone.
Randomshe stood in the bathroom alone. alone. when her overactive thoughts caught up to her the easiest. when she could criticise herself - her body, her face, her mind anything about her. 'hm' she thought 'i could write a fucking wattpad story with my th...
