I brush my long, knotted dark brown hair- almost black-and stare at my reflection in the mirror. The overwhelming scent of honey and vanilla fills my room as I get ready to go to the park with a group of friends. I put on a beige jacket on, my signature look: Basic. I am more than that, but I wouldn't ever try that hard for anyone. I smiled at myself, trying to lighten myself up. Then it struck me; the heavy weight of dread that was just there until it wasn't. The voices came back, "You don't deserve to live." I crawl into a ball, in attempt to comfort myself. After a moment, it finally disappears. (okay add on because i have to go)
