When I was a child, I always thought I would grow to become a successful woman that was seen as a role model and was appreciated by many. A woman who grew up and cleared the perceptions people had of her as a child, the perception that she would grow up to follow in her 'mothers' footsteps.
Yet here I am, stuck staring at the four white walls of this empty room that appears to be a metaphor for how I am inside.
I have been here before.
Not too long ago infact. My mind still remembers every aspect of this... place. The walls, the atmosphere. It's suffocating, really. You can almost taste the insanity.
So I guess that's why I'm here yet again, struggling to breathe due to the toxic fumes of 'crazy'.
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Fanfictionhow a girl who doesn't talk to anyone and has a strange phobia of fish, and a boy who spends his time writing poems about love although is almost incapable of feeling anything except infatuation , begin to break down in each other's walls whilst tra...
