It was a cold morning as it rained the whole night. She woke up in the couch. The room was already taken last night. But instead of cuddling her teddy bear as she usually does every morning, she got up and headed straight to the bathroom to have a cold shower. Let the water wipe her tears away. Let the cold heart gets colder.
She sobbed as she started counting her math. She had her very own formula in her head.
l = (i-r) (d-b)
l = ?
Insecurity. Reality. Dream. Bullshit.
She was never good with math. That's why she felt so messed up. She's sick of all these crap. She's had enough. She felt sick, nausea. She wanted to puke, but nothing came out.
