the hallways were bland and broken as usually;

the light blue tiles seemed grey now ever since my first day here. not because it was chipping and the paint was wearing away
but because of the grey memories that were laid on it

blood, lot's of that. lot's od bruises. to me, to pheniox; both parties WERE NOT safe from eachothers GRIPS

i was lucky. i was hitless but wordful. i should stop complaining. they are words. words words words.

but there's a good reason why i never sit with the girls anymore during lunch. i hide. i hide in the boy's stalls because i don't wanna eat, and when i have to eat i always end up back in those dreaded black stalls.

it wasn't me then. that isn't LT. that's the voice in my head. that was controlling me.

i wish she left me alone.