for personal purposes

If your eyes happen across this, ignore it. It's just something I'm writing because I feel like writing.


Her phone vibrated to notify her that someone had sent her a text message. Surprised that someone actually took time from their day to attempt conversation, she checked it immediately. Come downstairs. It was only her dad. It still surprised her since this was the most conversation they had had in about a week. She took her time getting out of bed and slipping on a jacket to hide her mutilated arms. No one cared to ask why she needed to wear a jacket in the middle of summer. A very hot summer, at that. Breathe in, breathe out. These words played over in her head like a broken record.

"Yes dad?" She asked bleakly, not really interested in anything he needed to say. He never seemed to care about anything she said.
"I need you to run these errands," he replied. He didn't even bother looking up from his phone as he handed her a list of things he expected her to do.

Without saying a word she took the list and went back upstairs. Outside the sun was shining brighter than any day she could remember. She opted for a long sleeved shirt and shorts instead of her usual jacket and jeans. As she walked back downstairs she threw her long black hair up into a loose ponytail.

well

Well, it's 3 months into the year already. Everything is different. I hate growing up, I hate changes. I just want time to stop.