Every step outside feels like I'm walking into the pub from American werewolf in London
I put my head down in hope that nobody talks to or makes eye contact with me
My stomach churning
My heart pounding
Waiting for someone to make a comment about how I look
Thoughts flood in
I hold back the tears
The lump in my throat starts to hurt
I get back home and close the door on the world
I breath a sigh of relief
Glad it's over
Now I can relax
But already dreading leaving again
About the Creator
Tamsin smith
What do i say to make you want to read anything from me? my life is pretty mundane if I'm totally honest, I am at level 43, I have a crazy imagination and enjoy writing.
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