breathejuliette

[breathejuliette]

She thoughts

The afternoon’s just the same afternoon as before. Sun with it’s overwhelming heat. Just the right wind. 

And so she thought of these: "she’s never experienced love and she never will". 

This girl right here is afraid of hurting. The girl is afraid of people, judgement, change, and by herself. 

Her little notebook is her therapist, psychiatrist, and doctor. 

She wrote "I gave in. I gave myself time to love herself but I loved myself too much. Too much is bad. Too much is different. Too much is change. And again, she doesn’t like change." 

She doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know what to say. She’s a totally different person. She forgot to care. She’s gone.

She’s desperate of hiding her emotions that the least people who care sees. She hates that she knows herself too well but she’s still suppressing extremely. 

Then she wrote it all in her mind. She breathe and then it’s the same afternoon.

And as my closing remarks, Breathe, Juliette. Breathe.