Sprawled out on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing that her thoughts could form coherent sentences. Her hands curled around the pendant on her necklace, wishing that the owner of its second half could come back, if only for a second, so that she’d have the motivation to get up and search for the perfect words to speak her mind with.
She closed her eyes. The word count box stared at her, screaming fables of how she wasn’t good enough, of how she was either too brief or too rambling. A keyboard warrior in every sense of the word.