delicate-delete:

Thursday night and she sits all alone in her room. Waiting. Wanting human attention. Craving an actual conversation that doesn’t die after 4 messages! Feeling like she’d robbed herself from all means of communication. Pushed away those that might have given her some entertainment right now.

But then, long term they only hurt her. Catch 22. 6 one way half a dozen the other…

delicate-delete:

Frustrated, angry, feeling heat rush through her body, she knows if she doesn’t get out of there she’ll explode! So she goes inside, puts the coke bottle in the bin and heads to her room. Her mind ticking over, fury rushing through her. She just want sot go up to him and yell in his face. Tell him…