The sun sneaks through a crack in the blinds, the light fnding your eyes directly, refusing to leave you in peace. You can hear your father’s heavy footsteps as he leaves the house, your mums voice singing quietly off key as she prepares breakfast. The house smells like coffee and too much heat and you try to burrow back under the covers, hoping
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I was worried about this piece as I always panic about fiction. Never sure if I hit it right so you're lovely comments means a lot
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The familiar dread had begun as you closed off Sunday night, tossing and turning in your bed as you prepared for the morning to come.
This. Oh my god, this. I can't even articulate how true this rings.
Also, this:
But you never do, see you’ve never actually been bullied. No-one has ever hit you, there has been no physical contact and the words are never at you, they are around you.
No lie, I actually snarled at my computer when I read that. Boyfriend is vaguely confused about what the hell I am doing on the internet at the moment :)
This is so good, honey. You are genuinely one of the most talented people I know, please don't let anyone let you believe otherwise.
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One I'm very sorry you have :9 but two thank you so much honey xx you have no idea how much confidence you give me in writing xxx
Have some Jared doing push ups as a thank you :)
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xxx
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Also thank you and thanks for putting up with my panic attacks :)
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