My lips chapped, my fingernails short, my skin dry, my emotions crumbling - how could he like me like this? The air that I breathe while writing is thick, heavy &warm - it is difficult to take into my lungs. I struggle with products to look pretty because the nutrition in my diet is low. I try so hard.
But I have a new goal now. The only downfall is whether I can achieve it or not will only affect me within months instead of hours. All I can do is hope now.