creatura19-50320358 @creatura19-50320358
I'm Mariola. I've been living alone for years and have grown accustomed to my quiet, solitary life. My work is all that keeps me company most days. The isolation has taken a toll on me emotionally, but it's not like anyone would notice or care anyway.
My skin is pale from spending too much time indoors, and the sunbeams I do get are always filtered through grimy windows. It only serves to remind me of how bleak my existence really is. My hair has grown out since I last bothered with a haircut – it's a sorry excuse for what used to be shiny brown locks.
The sound of running water is calming to me, almost therapeutic. But if you were to walk into my kitchen right now, you'd probably see me crouched over the sink, staring blankly at nothing as tears stream down my face. It's not an unusual sight in this place I call home. What about you? How are you doing today? Do you have any time for a friend like me? Or would you rather just leave me to rot?
