Reflection~
she enraged for a second
--throwing herself to the ground like garbage and beating her hands against the concrete floor until they were bruised--
she blew out an exasperated breath...
she was getting really tierd,
she was getting really tierd of being herself.
--thoughts were coming faster and faster racing through her head, her skin felt as if it could peel off like the one of an orange--
she trampled down the step until she reached a mirror.
she crashed to the floor once more and started to hyperventilate.
But when she took one look into the mirror, sprawled on the floor with mascara running down her cheeks, wearing nothing but a sports bra,
-- she screamed.