she wore her heart on her sleeve, her thoughts on her face. she was vulnerable, with an inability to disconnect from her innermost fears. every feeling was painted on her pretty face, every single individual emotion. she fell over as a result from not looking where she was going; she had trouble walking in a straight line. always prone to injury and falling apart, leaving someone else to assist picking up the pieces. she could not hold herself together. strength was a distant concept too difficult to grasp. her weakness was her tendency to overanalyse and underappreciate, to overthink and underwhelm. she sometimes forgot how to breathe. these breaths were never matches with the uneven skitter of her footsteps.
hysterically happy, i'm going to go study now. this is not natural.
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