Leah hates it. Hates it. Hates being reliant on needing things in a certain way. Hates that she's going through an internalised breakdown so much that she needs someone to be around for her. Hates that somewhere in all this she feels ashamed for something she knows she has no reason to be ashamed about.
"Cheers," she says. "G'night."
Her shower is long, and hot, and involves an awful lot of hairwashing.
(and, Leah is not ashamed to admit, singing. She sings in the shower. She sings Ferry 'Cross the Mersey in the shower.)
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Leah hates it. Hates it. Hates being reliant on needing things in a certain way. Hates that she's going through an internalised breakdown so much that she needs someone to be around for her. Hates that somewhere in all this she feels ashamed for something she knows she has no reason to be ashamed about.
"Cheers," she says. "G'night."
Her shower is long, and hot, and involves an awful lot of hairwashing.
(and, Leah is not ashamed to admit, singing. She sings in the shower. She sings Ferry 'Cross the Mersey in the shower.)