Bella.
I had just gotten out of the shower trying to wash off all the shame from earlier. It did not work for the record. I put my hair in a messybun which had already grown quite a bit since I cut it before the trip. God, I hated my hair. It was kinda like it lived its own life not slowing down before it stopped on my hips. Giving myself dissaproval glare in the mirror before I stood blank in front of the closet trying to decide what to wear but nothing felt right. So I just ended up with black jeans and a black hoodie. Hoping I would naturally blend in with the walls the school. It was not like I had anybody to dress up for anyway so who cared what I was wearing so why should I bother to care? And with how the morning had already played out, let's just say. I wanted to be miserable all
