As I said I would, my head was kept down throughout the day.
Keeping my sketchbook with me made me feel at ease.
As cliché as it sounds...
It felt as though it was part of who I was.
When I got home, I greeted my parents and went straight to my room to unpack my bag.
Reflecting on what happened through the day, I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone's eyes were constantly burning a hole into my back.
Someone must've been watching me.
Surely I'm not that unusual?
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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...
