all she could think of were pills. something. anything to help her. she wanted to escape. anything is good. just to escape. passion. she needed passion in her life... she needed a new hobby or a new person. she was scared of staying this way. she changed her phone's language into French. just so she could feel some change in her life. the story never ends. she's not feeling anything anymore, afraid of the word "numb", i'm not gonna use it right now. they could say she's not fine ( what else is new) or even try to help her out... but in vain... i'm afraid this feeling is here to stay.
she has to fake a smile, 'cause she's working with people but she doesn't want the world. she wants solitude, movies and loneliness. she wants herself back, not some moron who believes everyone. and don't you dare to call her, she'll make you feel miserable, she'll make you feel like you're the only guilty here. but she knows the truth. she knows that there is no one else to blame. and she sings in her head "breathe me", from sia.
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