she sighed walking into the dorm, dropping her bag and immediately slumping down on her bed. though she wasnt used to feeling so many emotions and actually showing them, she could say it wasnt all that bad

she was still working on it, showing emotion, physical touch, and learning how to love. it was new to her, but you were patient enough for her to keep trying. she made mistakes, sure, but she would always make up for it

she hears you enter behind her, finishing a conversation on the phone, and walking to her bed. she hears your “are you okay?” but she chooses to ignore it. god, she wasnt okay.

everything just felt loud and overwhelming. she hated the way her clothes felt on her, she hated how the teachers didnt take her seriously, she hated doing partner work, she hated going to class just to learn stuff she already knew, she hated it all. and today, it was too much to take