alone.

the moors

i'm writing this now, i'm in my bed trying to remember what i did yesterday as it was a nice day and i literally just remembered okay you can read on now 

the girl sat in her car. not her car. her mums. the two sat listening to the girls' song choice of conan gray as they made their way to the moors .

the moors:

a place outside of the city where it's all fields and wild horses and ice cream vans and one giant rock they all call ' the rock ' sad. but true.

it took about 20 minutes of driving to get there but it wasn't being there the girl enjoyed. it was the car ride.

as the car was travelling she had a thought - that was it. no really that sentence was that the girl was thinking. she thought ' and the girl had a thought and she was thinking that exact sentence ' yes the girl was imagining what she said after what she said.

she realised no one would understand her point so she tried to shut her brain up and listen to conans calming voice.

upon arriving the girl and her mum  realised the rock was smaller than when she was younger though it didn't bother them as they were only driving out there for the drive itself.

because the girls mum is terrified of horses she wouldn't get out to get ice cream. so instead they drove home to go to another ice cream truck near them.

as they sat the girl realised she had ordered salted caramel ice cream. great. the calories. there would be so many but she told herself to shut up and just not eat the next day.

but she did. today she had to go out to eat for breakfast so she had two eggs three hashbrowns an a piece of fried toast and is trying to get away with not eating for the rest of the day.

of course that won't work as she knows she will have dinner soon but it was quite healthy so she let it slide.

shit!

they didn't buy new razors.

she held back from cutting last night even though she ate bad yesterday because the razors were old and she'd get infected. so she couldn't tonight either. 

she wondered what to do. and she just didn't know