Cassidy was tired of feeling it.
She had always been a girl who couldn't very well explain her own thoughts, her ideas, the fragments that flashed in her mind.
She could not explain, but she could write, and write she did, in fact all she did do was to write- it helped her to think clearly.
But currently, she was feeling a weirdness in her that had come to define her life as of late. It felt as if all the noises around her had grown noisier, and they were screaming in her ear. Her throat was always parched, her senses were always clouded.
She could not understand what was going on. She was drifting.
Caught in a melee of madness, she could not resist.
And she went with the flow.
She had always been a girl who couldn't very well explain her own thoughts, her ideas, the fragments that flashed in her mind.
She could not explain, but she could write, and write she did, in fact all she did do was to write- it helped her to think clearly.
But currently, she was feeling a weirdness in her that had come to define her life as of late. It felt as if all the noises around her had grown noisier, and they were screaming in her ear. Her throat was always parched, her senses were always clouded.
She could not understand what was going on. She was drifting.
Caught in a melee of madness, she could not resist.
And she went with the flow.
