Share

LATE NIGHTS (76)

Eight-year-old me wouldn’t exactly be proud of who I was now, but she would be content and at peace to an extent. As much as this seems to have absolutely nothing to do with everything that was going on, It had everything to do with it.

It was then, that I was reminded of eight-year-old me, Her dull emerald eyes from staying away all night and living in fear, The way her footsteps were faint because she tried to avoid any form of interaction even in her own home, The way she would quirk her lips upwards and pretend everything was fine.

How she made wishes up on wishes while blaming herself for every single predicament and begging God to make her disappear because she was tired of taking up too much space. I felt the edges of my lips curl downwards as I realized just how similar I was to eight-year-old me.

She always felt she could handle it all and life never stopped throwing crap at her. Twenty-three-year-old me is tired of life throwing things at her though, Twenty three year old me
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status