⚠️TW: this entire series will deal with topics generally aimed for an older audience, think 13+, at youngest maybe 12. each ‘chapter’ will have individual TWs, and some may be worse or better than others. this chapter in particular doesn't really have anything that would induce a TW, besides maybe a hint of lost friendships. please don’t continue if these things make you uncomfortable.⚠️ There’s a girl in the mirror. This time I try to see the good. I promised a friend I would. It’s been a while since I last wrote things down. Her hair is now short, shorter than it’s ever been since I first saw her. Where before I couldn’t see the ends, I see them now. They barely reach past her shoulders. In the front, at least. Her hair is even shorter in the back. There’s not nearly as many tangles as before. There are times when I can almost ignore the acne. The main change, though, is not about how she looks, but about how she /looks/. She looks a bit freer now, with her hair practically lopped off and maybe some new friends. Sure, she has no idea how good of terms she’s on with the friends she’s had since forever, but, well… Everything changes in time, doesn’t it? There’s no guarantee that she and her older friends will stay friends forever. And maybe it’s better that they don’t. Maybe her new friends will be even better. They definitely seem to be. Despite the fact that most of them she only knows online. But hey, they’re her friends. Her online sisters. She couldn’t ask for anyone better. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.
bg - canva first - https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/875261502/ next - n.a written by me song - Everything Changes In Time by Madds Buckley no hate of any sort in the comments. those comments will be reported. is this fiction? ah… no. is this me ranting/venting in the form of a poem/short story about my reflection? uh… kinda sorta yeah.
