normal entry. Not the 'past'.
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my grandmother took me to the councilor today again. the woman there kept urging me to talk about my problems. she couldn't comprehend that i didn't want to. i was there just so that another person would be added to the list of 'people who look at me disappointed'
no thank you ma'am.
i'd rather die.
i feel disgusted when the taxi driver looks at me funny from the rear view mirror. i stare at my hands, watching the crescent moon type scars on the palm of my hands. scars that i have given myself by clenching my hands too tight for a long period of time.
grandmama never lets me keep my nails long. she makes sure that there are extra small so i can't hurt myself.
i've already gone insane from staying in my room all day; eating, sleeping, writing, screaming, clawing at myself - this is where all the magic happens.
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love, starlightyoong
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story•Completed• "i'm sorry. it's not pity that i'm showing you, it's a goodbye to someone very special to me." Amna's life has been turned upside down and she is writing it all out as she buries the anguish burning inside her.
