It has been a long 30 hours, be that due to lack of sleep or excessive movement its hard to tell.
At this point we have everything packed, just haven't left with it all yet, everyone is talking and I just couldn't anymore so I took a step back.
They are all so socially inclined its almost scary, but not me. I feel anxious, I am not fond of being around all these strangers, as rude as it sounds.
I am happy to do it for her, but I need to put my hands under cold water or something, I can feel everything.
Every article of clothing, my hair in almost every speck as it rests in my head, my skin and the lines in between, my heart beating, my lungs stretching, the air moving.
It is unnerving but better not to say anything at all. Best to just ignore it until I'm alone.
When will I be alone again?
I hadn't thought of this part.
Though I don't regret it, don't go thinking that now Pietro.
Its just odd. I haven't had company for so long, I don't hate the prospect
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Thoughts (Part 2!)
RandomSo honestly I didn't want to have to do this yet but Wattpad has officially given me no other choice. So here is the second part of my ever growing thoughts book. The first two/three chapters will still have Pietro as the name but I hope to eventu...
