sanatyapioz

Sick Every morning I wake up and wonder if this is the day that I'll finally stop being a coward. I look at myself in the mirror and the person I see is me, but it's not me. I see a pale, miserable girl who has nothing to look forward to but another day of monotony and exhaustion, another day of responsibilities that aren't met and no means to do them. I see the bags under my eyes, the red veins of fatigue stretching out like a viral tree's branches, my eyes their fruits, giant and blue and sad. My freckles stand out more, my skin is paler than it ever has been and I don't find it attractive. My hair is wiry, I can't find the motivatio