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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

The cold morning breeze hit her skin and she shivered. The goosebumps forming on her skin were a clear indication that she was not supposed to be out there. She could not help it though. Breathing Jn the fresh air always cleared her thoughts.

This had been a routine for her. Every time she felt overwhelmed she would go outside and stare at the city. It was quite the perfect place to think and yet she couldn't get her mind straight.

It was quite a shock the way the human mind would think about a hundred things in just one minute. Like every cell was trying to solve a particular problem and they were all competing to see who was young to win.

Things had started to get worse because she could not be in the same place at the same time. She had school and she had work.

RESPONSIBILITIES