Waking up to the smell of green tea and lavender is the worst feeling that you can ever feel, and you cannot tell me that shrivelled up leaves are better than beans. I wrap my hands around my semi cold glass and wonder if life is really worth all of this stress. I check my clock and it reads 05:34. My therapist recommended that I drink this putrid stuff while I do yoga, but I am not flexible to even touch my toes, much less something called a half moon.
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The Mind of Black
General FictionHave you ever thought to yourself, What is going on inside her head? This may sound like inside out, but I am just writing this description so that you have something to read. I am hoping to got that I will be able to change this, but if not so be i...
