Everything was off today. Again.
But it just felt bad this time.
It hurt.
I was so spacey, I went to the shops and wandered around looking for nothing.
The sounds were so distracting.
It was barely 3 but it felt like 7.
The sky was dark like it was almost night but it was the middle of the day.
My arm hurt. I held it for the longest time.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
