You head to the bathroom with your change of clothes and undress. As the water comes pouring down, you feel enveloped, like perhaps- maybe, just maybe, you could just get away from everything. You try your best to let the water wash away the thousand thoughts in your head. Again, it fails.
Feeling ridiculously despondent, you put on your clothes and slowly start to see that perhaps there's no way out of this. You imagine your problems eating you alive, bit by bit. The possibility of this happening sooner than expected dawns upon you and pushes you over the edge. It suffocates you. Leaves you on your knees.
And before you know it, you're crying on the bathroom floor.
Its all so fragile.
xoxo,
Hanna B.
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