Red

Powerful

Today? Nothing much happened. Nothing except us being too close without really touching, throwing glances like little sparks that refuse to ignite. And him—gesturing all these filthy things, teasing, playing, making me want. But what’s the point of all that if he won’t actually do something about it? If he won’t put his hands on me, pull me in, make me his?

I’m tired. Not just of waiting for him, but of everything. Every day, I come home and just collapse. My body feels like it’s betraying me—between being sick and my period draining the life out of me, I can’t bring myself to care about anything. I should be studying, I need to study, but I can’t even lift a damn book without my mind drifting back to him. To the one thing I can’t have right now.

Maybe I’m just touch-starved. Maybe one kiss from him would be enough to snap me out of this, to bring me back to life. Or maybe it would only make it worse.

And ugh, those popular kids? Pissing me off for five seconds before I remember I don’t actually give a fuck. They act like their world is the only one that matters, like we all revolve around them. Please.

Anyway. That’s my day. Not bad, not great. Just another day of waiting, wanting, and being so damn close to what I crave.

Today's song: "Powerful" – Major Lazer & Ellie Goulding (feat. Tarrus Riley)

-Onnaya 💙❄️