I have never had any plan to go to therapy.
Even when I was little and mom had just died and I couldn't open my eyes without crying.
Even when I fell out of my body on the school bus and never fell back in.
Even when I woke up from a blackout followed by the worst panic attack of my life.
Even now as I stare at my shiny new blonde hair in tufts on my floor and in my hands.
Sometimes I feel like the only interesting thing about me is this.
I feel like this is the only thing I have.
I'm predictable until I'm not.
I'm wild in my own special way.
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)
