It was at some point that Phoenix realized people might think her missing if she stayed huddled in her apartment and refused to leave, no matter how nice of an idea that sounded. It wasn't as if anyone had tried to get in contact with her, so she was wondering if it was worth the trouble to look presentable to go outside. Still she took the time to try to look like a civilized human being. She shouldn't have bothered though, all she did was end up randomly wandering the streets, she didn't have anywhere to go in mind, didn't have anywhere she wanted to go. Phoenix was very clearly in a bout of, well something, it wasn't so much just depression as much as that mixed with self-doubt and being terribly unsure. Not so much of herself, oh no, she knew she was an overly sarcastic, and far too rude, idiot, she had always known that. It wasn't till recently that she was feeling more lost on what to do really.
She still wasn't really talking, which meant she wasn't in contact with anyone, she always got like this when she avoided people, it was people that kept her anchored to the world, as much as she would try to argue it. Going a few weeks without so much as talking to anyone, she had taken a vacation with work, had left her drifting, unhealthily drifting. So it wasn't all that surprising when she looked up from staring at her shoes that she realized she had no idea where she was, she wasn't the type to explore all that much, and now that fact bit her in the a**.
Phoenix looked torn between screaming or breaking into tears, she did not have the mental stability to deal with this right now, which was why she sat herself right on the sidewalk. There wasn't really anyone else out anyway, why should it matter. She did at lest pull her phone out and debated on calling someone, but in the end she didn't see the point in bothering someone, so pocketed it and set herself on braiding her hair. It really didn't matter to her where she was, this was at lest slightly better then sitting in her room avoiding the world, now she could sit on a sidewalk and avoid the world.
She still wasn't really talking, which meant she wasn't in contact with anyone, she always got like this when she avoided people, it was people that kept her anchored to the world, as much as she would try to argue it. Going a few weeks without so much as talking to anyone, she had taken a vacation with work, had left her drifting, unhealthily drifting. So it wasn't all that surprising when she looked up from staring at her shoes that she realized she had no idea where she was, she wasn't the type to explore all that much, and now that fact bit her in the a**.
Phoenix looked torn between screaming or breaking into tears, she did not have the mental stability to deal with this right now, which was why she sat herself right on the sidewalk. There wasn't really anyone else out anyway, why should it matter. She did at lest pull her phone out and debated on calling someone, but in the end she didn't see the point in bothering someone, so pocketed it and set herself on braiding her hair. It really didn't matter to her where she was, this was at lest slightly better then sitting in her room avoiding the world, now she could sit on a sidewalk and avoid the world.