Quick Sand
"I don't care!" I said, a sob escaping my lips "I-I don't c-c-care!" "There's not-t-thing wrong w-with m-m-me!!!" I repeated, vehemently stuttering as my sobs increased with every word uttered. A lump began forming in my throat standing as my sob barrier. "I'm beautif-" I fell to the floor not giving a hoot about the...