I am more than just a drawer of shadows and memories in someone’s cupboard or under their bed. I am more than just a girl you once knew. I am myself and that’s all I’ll ever be. The phone in my room rang once, then stopped. This isn’t the first time.
I can’t understand why everyone here has a phone provided for them, they didn’t leave a list of call charges, they didn’t explain it to me. I think tomorrow, I should ask about it. I’m in so much pain right now. I feel physically sick. I have a lecture tomorrow.
