Evan Elizabeth
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writing to my heart’s content & i’m afraid i may have a very hard time being content.
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Champagne Problems
The winter air was cold, and I could still feel it stinging my skin through my coat as I bumped along the train tracks. The midnight sky flashing by looked blurry through my tears and the warped windows. I could feel my body ache, from head to toe, drowning in guilt. I leaned my head against the frosting window, trying to decide which was worse: to stay there in that house, with my almost-family sleeping peacefully with only thin walls between us, or to be out here among the hustle and bustle of a gloomy Christmas Eve midnight, amid people who also, feel as though they have nowhere to go.
By Evan Elizabeth 5 years ago in Humans
December 11
The night before I woke to a dark 5am, I was panicking about my toothache. I had just gone to the dentist, sat in the chair for a restless two hours, gasping when I felt a pinch and wiggling my nose to free it from the numbness. I spent the rest of my day in worry, cursing the pain, the searing soreness of my gums. My worry bled into the night, and no amount of funny tv shows could push it away, so I did just about all I could do, I went to bed.
By Evan Elizabeth 5 years ago in Humans
