I've thought about writing on my walls. On my hands. On anything.
[Thought about is such an understatement. Fantasized, craved, gone over which words mattered most, which ones to start with, again and again and again. But she didn't, because - that would make her look crazy, because it would reveal too much of her fears. But a notebook is safe. They're supposed to be for writing.]
no subject
[Thought about is such an understatement. Fantasized, craved, gone over which words mattered most, which ones to start with, again and again and again. But she didn't, because - that would make her look crazy, because it would reveal too much of her fears. But a notebook is safe. They're supposed to be for writing.]
This is better.