Wishful thinking. What I had was all wishful thinking. To him, I'm nothing but a speck of pesky dust...All I wanted was to be loved and feel loved by someone I could trust. I didn't want him. I want to love.
But after what happened, the idea of love couldn't bring me bliss anymore.
The adamantness of waiting and perseverance now felt outlandish from her perspective, which led her to a tenebrous depression.
She nomadically limped out of the pack house into the dead of the night and showered herself with negative thoughts and despair.
Enough was enough.
She gnawed at her inner cheeks with determination.
She nonchalantly wanders off without a care in the world. Anywhere is good just to be far away from him, never noticing the danger that was sickeningly lurking in the shadows as the ach
