Everyday is different. That’s a given, life is unpredictable.
It’s more challenging though, when you’re fighting a war inside your mind. Some days you’re winning and your day is fine. Some days you’re losing and every little thing is a bullet to the chest.
Today was one of those days.
I pick at the shiny metal film that’s pealing off the door handle, I’m jealous that with minimal effort it can remove it’s cracked exterior and become new again.
I wish it was that simple in the real world.
Mother is chattering away on her Bluetooth as we drive to the shop to pick up the finished product that is my dress. At this moment, I can’t image attending another family party, but I know better than to bring it up. (132 words)