A Taste Of Freedom

Do you know that feeling you get when you over hear a monotone whisper of your name? I do your hands instantly becoming sweaty, the anxiety eating at the flesh. Pondering of something terrifying a rude comment no longer washing away with hot steam of the shower. When people constantly nag on the tension filling the empty spaces between these jagged lines.

《《Hello my name is Tessa and I really hope you like this! I'm really not good at updating so bare with me!!!》》

《《Sorry if it's terrible lots of love》》