2014-08-10 / 6:44 p.m.

This morning, just after the rain had stopped and I had climbed out of the shower, I was yelled at for the smell of my hair, I was yelled at for being calm and I was ignored for crying. I drove away to somewhere, anywhere, a black coffee, one sugar and I took a ferry to an island and stared back at where I'd come from.
I am losing the will again.