The school day passed by as usual.
It the came to the time to go to the library.
This also became one of my... habits...
But after I sat down, I found that I couldn't concentrate on the textbook.
So, instead, I grabbed my sketchbook out of my bag and began to sketch how I was feeling.
That was the great thing about sketching:
I only needed a pen.
And it didn't need to be perfect.
It could be whatever I wanted.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
