4:35 pm.
I've never been so aware of the dirt in my mouth, the dirt in my hair, the dirt on my face.
I've never felt so repulsive.
It's been almost a day since I've brushed my teeth.
A part of me is scared they'll fall out.
My hair is tied in a ponytail to keep me from thinking about it, but predictably that didn't work.
Is this what people my age do?
Just sit for hours in the same spot, high out of their minds?
Showing eachother jokes on their phones and
Letting themselves rot?
Something about the rot is charming.
Something about the rot makes me believe young adults are onto something.
It's calming almost, to be covered in a thin layer of my own imaginary grime.
Coated in my fictional filth.
I understand more and more every minute.
Ruth has only invited me along to her casual every day.
Little does she know she opened my eyes to a world I wasn't sure really existed.
The world where I can rot.
YOU ARE READING
Lovebug
Mystery / ThrillerLovebug is compulsive. Lovebug is simple. Lovebug is mind numbingly bored. (I abandoned this story and don't care for it very much but I think it's still worth a read)
