ROSELLA

 

I sit by the chair and stare outside my bedroom window, thinking about how everything is such a mess, I don't know how my life became this complicated. I let out a small sigh and rub my eyes, feeling a headache already forming.

 

A breeze blew into the room messing up my already messed up hair, if it didn't look like a bird's nest before, I'm sure it does now. I run my hands through it in a pathetic attempt to tame it, I realized it wasn't going to work so I give up with a small sigh.

 

I'm pretty sure I'm not crazy but I could've sworn I...