FREYA
How stupid does one have to be to make the same mistake twice and then even more than that in one day?
I try once again to keep the tears that have been threatening to spill over, at bay, but of course my body doesn’t obey my command and I’m back to being a bawling mess while I fold up my T-shirts and shove them into my luggage, at least I try to, but the damn s**t won’t even fit in.
I wrinkle the cotton shirt and with a small screech of frustration I launch it across the room and watch it land in a small heap on the floor. I run my hands through my hair afterwards then I try to smother my sobs in with my palms, but nothing works, I’m a mess.
I’m still crying, my hands are still shaking and now I have to walk over to the other corner of the room to get my shirt back.
I fold the
