Story: "48 days"
"48 Days" When you grow your hair out there’s a point where your hair hits a weird middle phase. You could easily just cut it and it would be back to being the short hair you loved before, or you could be patient and wait for it to grow past the awkwardness. The awkwardness I felt in life right now was not something I could so easily just cut off. I had no choice but to just wait it out. My bedroom held the crux of the matter. Where there once sat a solid full size bed frame, a twin mattress now lay on the floor in its place. My bookshelf, once full, was scattered aimlessly with knick knacks that once had a place but now felt naked without their books to compliment them. While my room could be messy at times, the amount of things that sat on the floor without homes, their systems disrupted, showed a window into my life. The things I cherished split between the two homes I loved, my life split with them. I opened the door to June, my yellow beetle. 48 days . My life would ne...
