“I felt like some part of my soul was ripped out and put under a microscope for criticizing.”
“I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.”
“The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.”
“...I'm under a microscope where my every facial expression is being studied. It makes me want to scream, but I can't, so I just swallow it like dirt and blood.”
“I didn’t know who the young cashier was, but I still felt like a little part of me died as I watched him go under the hood. Even more so when I felt the bump beneath my seat in the back.”
“i was in deep pain. it felt like my heart was ripped by someone i love, someone i trust, someone i valued the most”