Short Story Number Four Hundred and Fifty Seven

I’m hoping that today will be the day when everything gets better. I’m not really the kind of girl that likes to sit around and get angry and depressed and fold away into a corner a lot of the time. Usually, my insides are fine. My insides stay quiet and my heart rattles along and I don’t say much and I get through the day. But now I feel like that I might actually be fading. That I need something incredible to happen. Like maybe I need my insides to feel like they’re going to burn like fireworks or something.