there was a barrier inside her skull.
a barrier made of material that was crumbling slowly as the mirror tells her everything that she's trying to keep out.
'you're not good enough'
'nobody needs you'
'look at you. what a waste of space.'
'stop trying. it's not going anywhere.'
'you are just so stupid.'
'nobody wants you here.'
she doesn't want herself here either.
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𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃
Teen Fictioni'm not really hundred percent sure what this is, but you could call it a way of me getting down my feelings and thoughts and turning them into small short poems or stories? really don't know what the word is. but perhaps you can find them relatable.
