We all know that girl, the quiet one, the one who doesn’t talk that much. She only talks when spoken to and when she speaks it’ll be only a few words. “She’s the weird kid” as it louds around the classmates and teachers and nobody knows why. Little do they know what’s going in her head. Even she doesn’t quite understand it, it’s always so loud in there.
She has this empty feeling, when she wakes up or get out of bed, its only because she “needs” to. She would rather sleep all day because when you sleep it’s like an temporary death, peaceful, no worries and no one telling you what to do.
But then you wake up, getting ready for the torture. Waiting for the day to end, you don’t want to die but you don’t want to keep living like this.
Even though she wants to get better and get rid of that feeling, she got used to it. It gives her comfort, it feels wrong but like home.
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