eloquent pixie || prose || short
of breakfast and movies
illusions of a zac hanson junkie
naked
if only
panic attack in three acts
She kept thinking about their fucked up friendship all through work. When she got bored, she usually tried to solve her problems in her head. She wanted to figure out what it was about him that kept her working on the friendship.
All I could sense was his smell – like soap- and his smile – the brightest smile I’ve ever seen in my life-.
She felt everything, every word of discouragement slapped her back, every look of disgust cut through her skin, every failure kicked her shins.
Katie watches the road with the half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips. She wants him to say something, anything. She wants him to make her feel alive, feel like a normal person again.
i looked for the wine. get drunk i told myself. it always worked before. wine. stars. shooting star! my lucky day.