“How does a girl who falls, no actually jumps eyes wide open, down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos come out unchanged? The answer: She doesn’t…”
Jessica, 18, London.
You notice me and start walking over. As cliché as it sounds, my heart skips a beat. My lips curl into a smile and I lower my head. My cheeks flush ever so slightly. Dear, do you even notice what you are doing to me?
Last week was a rough week for me, to say the least. I just felt as though it was all piling up on me, to the point where it was suffocating me. It was too much for me to deal with.