“I seek misery.”
She did not actually know this though.
She was trying hard to remove thoughts and feelings of fevered pitch. Trying to reverse that trend. She was unaware. She was ignorant that she, was her own worst enemy. -Had no idea how to spot it. She just filled her pain with more pain or clothing or trinkets or witty, hurtful emails or characters she would put on over the phone or food she wouldn’t allow herself to eat or rigorous exercise or breathy acoustic music with the faint whisps of a harp or xylophone or travel or reading or some sort of distraction.
Her hair was straight, the skin on her face was clean, but there was a bomb inside her brain.
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