or when you just want to breathe.
no. i need to take space from him and not pester him all the damn time. that's annoying.
but what about that look he gave you at the race on saturday? my heart lurches at the memory of it.
no. breathe without an oxygen generator by your side, at least not that one.
moody from the beginning of my period, i confused myself.
i tried talking to hailey, but that's just made me feel more lonely and longing ever more to be home.
yet i still have four days of this fresh hell to survive, while
1. I'm on my period
2. I'm stuck with my family
3. I want to talk to friends who are busy busy busy
4. I want to do something for someone other than myself
For 1, there are tampons and ibuprofen and staying home from the beach because cramps are the devil.
For 2, I sleep in the living room and plug in my headphones and take a step away from them.
For 3, I read books and listen to podcasts as a distraction.
For 4, I'm going to be drawing my friends s their request, because why the fuck not.
Four more days of fresh hell. Wonder if I'll survive.
Side note: sunburn on the thighs hurts like hell.
Ps, i got lazy about the capitalization so autocorrect was in charge.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
