It’s got me a bit worked up, honestly. Shallow breathing, racing pulse. I’m short with people, not wanting to talk to anyone, but not being able to stand people talking to me either. 204 more words
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You may be wondering how this post will start; I hope I surprise you.
This is the story of how I, Emilia, fractured my right fibula on the fourth day of February, and I’ll begin my story of unfortunate events with the passage of time; Time that continues on its eternal quest to make me feel more like an imbecile in a world of geniuses. 986 more words