Wrapping myself in a Versace bathrobe, I walk out of my apartment and begin drifting through the halls, imagining myself a ghost. I knock on doors that no one answers. I ride the elevator to different floors, praying to something that isn’t there that I’ll run into someone. Anyone. Maybe they’ll ask me if I’m okay, take me inside, make me a cup of tea. Maybe some terrible man will grab me and tie me up and brutally rape me before cutting my face off so he can nail it to his wall. Maybe a girl will appear, a girl who’s exactly like me, and she’ll see me for what I am and take me in her
Omfg shes so real for this
