Today's writing

She couldn’t get away from that weirdly cold internal feeling, the so-what of the emotional world. It was as if she had turned her back on everything and everyone, said fuck you to consequences. It was as if someone had taken a rope and instead of hanging it around her neck, placed it around her heart. She’d been immersed in ice, frozen and dehydrated. Shit, she was one of those packages of dried fucking fruit you found in grocery stores: only healthy on the outside.