Diora
I was alone with my thoughts and I hated it.
For the past few days, I ran from anything that would make me dwell on my thoughts. I dabbled in even the useless things. I went shopping. I threw myself into work. I watched movies and now, it took something as meagre as showering for everything to come rushing back in, consuming me.
Weirdly, I allowed those feelings to eat at me, embracing the way my emotions were all over the place. I could step out of the shower and get back to the things I had been doing but the cold water was too soothing and having everything consume me the way it was currently doing was oddly relaxing.
But after a while, I turned off the shower and exited the shower cubicle, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around my hair. I loved the serene feel
