With shaking hands, I reached for my car keys and threw my overnight bag into my car. I was at the point of no return, and all I could think was "Amber. If you do this, there's no going back." I wiped the tears from my face, took a deep breath, and went back into the house. And paced. Then paced some more. Was I really about to leave? And that's when the screaming hit a new level. Words meant to sting, hurtful looks, and the guilt trips. I went back to my room, unpacked, put on a John Lennon album, and had myself a good cry. The next day, I drove my car to a barren forest, one with no one around for miles, and I just screamed. I screamed until my throat was raw, until I choked on my own spit, until I didn't have any more air in my lungs. And then I turned around, walked back to the car, and drove home.
Everything was just as it'd been left, and if you didn't know any better, you could almost convince yourself nothing had ever happened.
Outfit: Sweater: Pacsun // Shift: Thrifted // Shorts: UO // Shoes: Endless // Tights: Target
Listening to: There's No Secrets This Year- Silversun Pickups and Moth's Wings- Passion Pit