Lila
The following morning, I woke up and walked to the bathroom early in the morning.
I looked at my image in the bathroom mirror while gathering my hair into a casual ponytail.
The circles beneath my eyes were more pronounced than normal, evidence of yet another night without sleep.
As I lie in bed gazing at the ceiling, with different thoughts running on my mind.
Since my discussion with Max last time, my mind has been stuck in a continuous cycle of uncertainty and confusion.
Is it possible for people to genuinely change? And even if they have the opportunity to change, was it just to anticipate that transformation would occur instantly?
I exhaled, splattering icy water on my face.
Each time I sat down in my life, my thoughts turned into a massive question mark, and for the very first time, I was uncertain of the direction to take.