Yellow Apples and Moisturizer

She's tired, long week. Wants a yellow apple but doesn't want to go downstairs again. Should go wash her face...she just got home from the gym.
No one wants to read that it's pointless but it's what her life's been about for the past five minutes. She thought about him a little bit today. The crush is wearing off...dare she say it...replaced by feelings? Anxious instead of giddy, excited instead of nervous...this is what she's reduced to. Writing about it because she can't talk about it. Life isn't about talking, it's about sharing, and if there's no one there to listen then why talk?
She smiles and turns out the lights.