MorningA Story by LaFawnda
this is usually how I start my day....
I stopped crying long enough to light a cigarette and blow curls of white smoke out my window, carve up my stretch-marked thighs with a rusty box-cutter, apply five pounds of cover up to hide who I was. Patetically I waddle to the bathroom and flat iron my greasy hair. Five seconds staring at my reflection and I'm proud of myself because I broke the record. I can't seem to remember where I placed my hair clip. I can't seem to remember who I am.
© 2008 LaFawnda
Added on April 5, 2008
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