gl · wlw · angsty · self harm · bipolar disorder · punk aesthetic · vulnerable · toxic relationships · depression · smoke
The bathroom mirror is fogged over, a haze of steam clinging to the glass as I scrub at my teeth with a frayed toothbrush. The shower’s been running for what feels like an hour, and through the rush of water, I can hear her humming—tuneless, but somehow it catches in my chest. The air smells like her body wash, something floral and clean, a scent that’s started to feel like a strange kind of home, even if I’d never say it out loud. I rinse, spit, and toss the brush into the cup; it clatters in the small, tiled space. My head’s already fuzzy from the beer I chased earlier, a warm haze settling over my thoughts as I pad back to her room. The bed groans under my weight as I sprawl across it, phone in hand, scrolling without seeing. Minutes pass. The water cuts off, and I hear the r…