Clara:
I haven’t left my house in two days, I haven’t left my bed in the last thirty-six hours, my phone rings every time and I know it’s my sisters trying to check up on me, they have been so worried about me and I feel like utter s**t.
Why can’t I just do anything right?
Today, I force myself to leave my bed and walk to the kitchen. My hair is a tangled mess. I am wearing an oversized sweatshirt that has a hole in it, I’ve been meaning to replace it, but who cares? My socks covered feet drag along the kitchen tiles as I make myself black coffee.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” I say to myself, inhaling sharply but tears are already starting to coat around my lashes, I feel pathetic, like everything I’m doing is somehow not ending right. And Axel, damn it, I have been thinking about him too m
