It was already dark outside when you're faced with the all too familiar, sickening feelings and thoughts you hoped, prayed, weren't gonna come back again. But of course they did. Cause they always do. You were supposed to be "better" these days, but it sure doesn't seem like that right now.

You were getting sick of your bed. Of the smell, the knowledge your body has been stuck in the same, godforsaken place, that hasn't felt comforting in months, for far too long. So, on a whim, you grab the first clothes you find, preferably some that have been washed recently, as rare as that is these days. Stuff keys, phone, along with other necessities, into your pocket and head outside for a bit of fresh air to hopefully clear your mind.

Time drags on your way to one of your favorite, secluded spots. Back there for the self loathing and losing yourself in your own mind and body you've gotten so used to these days. Like caterpillars, dread and emptiness gnaws at your stomach, growing into something much worse as more salty droplets hit the ground.

But.. you flinch slightly, forcibly snapped out of that horrible state by the sound of footsteps getting closer. God, it's just some stranger. I'm sure they'll pass. Yet still, your head drops just a tad to avoid their gaze from catching onto your face, your current state.