In her place is a figure drenched in blood, black eyes peering out from under a curtain of greasy black hair that falls to almost to the floor.
I like that. It articulates a core human emotion of the need to be believed, even if you have nothing to prove.
but something inside always feels the need to try to explain myself to them, to convince them of my truth.
but one thing I do appreciate is how honest she is about her dislike of me.
but one thing I do appreciate is how honest she is about her dislike of me.
I’m a dyslexic barrister (or soon to be) with organisation problems and the insatiable desire to liv...
I’m a dyslexic barrister (or soon to be) with organisation problems and the insatiable desire to liv...
