All that she could feel inside of her was. . .
Well, dear Lala, , , what IS it?
The feeling inside?
It is fear, mixed with disgust, mixed with intense sadness, , , perhaps. . . or is that shame?
As was usually the case, , , putting her thoughts into words through writing was softening the anguish.
Music and writing, , ,
It is the fear of being seen perhaps. . . or known. . . but it doesn’t go so far (perhaps) of worrying about what other people might think.
She just didn’t love herself. . .
And to have to spend quite so much time in her own company with her voice as the only distraction was a very disturbing kind of exercise for Lala.
In the midst of it all, her friend had said something that continued their conversation. . . She wasn’t sure if she would be able to turn her mind to science with the war that was raging in her soul right now, , , but maybe after the playlist, , , maybe if she did some ACT exercises, , , she would be able to focus on this very interesting topic!!
The KNOTS inside her stomach!! Goodness!!