Rhea
Freya’s diary.
29th January, 2020.
Dear diary,
I’m so confused at the moment.
Right now, I feel like my entire existence is about to blow into a thousand little smithereens, never to be put back again.
I’d been feeling out of sorts for a while, with my body threatening to fall ill, only to get better as hours passed, so that by evening, I felt strong and whole. Because of this, I thought it was just something I could write off as nothing too serious, given that I'll do anything to avoid medical attention and the hassle of having to pass uncomfortable drugs down my throat.
I could have carried on with it, but the feeling persisted for three days, starting in the morning and then subsiding by afternoon, happening consecutively without fail and with no signs of wanting to stop. Th
