Literally. I’m laying in my closet, on top of who-knows-what, sandwiched between two blankets above and below me, between my bed and a shelf. I wonder how long it’ll take for my mom to realize I’m here. She thinks I’m going out with my boyfriend tomorrow, but I cancelled on him, so who knows?
I’m here because it’s going to be hard to get up, whenever I choose to do so, so I don’t cut…. it’d take too much effort. I don’t want to live right now. I don’t feel anything…good… it’s like I spontaneously fell out of love in only a few minutes. He ordered […]