neglecting

On the night of the 3th of April, Alice reached the rock bottom and stated her misery, her flawless uninterest and her uncapability for loving people in front of two old people who did love her but did not understand her, and who never tried to be in her shoes. Three nights after, about at the same hour, she wrote part of her thoughts on a wild, dark cold screen, remembering a whisper "i'm a cold hearted bitch. I can" and an inner twitch of pain, desire, loneliness and loathness bursting from her. She sighed. Continued devouring rich tea fingers. Feeling like the cookie monster. Regardless of her innermost dramas and tears, the lost girl, who was not cute at all, decided to fuck off the classes, the job and the essay and to screw up everything, and to go to sleep. To sleep tie. She brushed her palate roof, took off her only earring and wrapped herself up luxuriously with an IKEA duvet filled up with flowers and a known smell.