A small, gently worn, book of dark pink dyed leather with rose gold edging and engraved with a large rose gold colored letter R. The journal is kept closed with a rose gold colored, rose shaped clasp. A gull plume sticking out from midst it's pages. On the first page inside the text reads "Rosaline Emily Roision Darkmourn"
I can't stand this... This knowing that everything is different, wrong... I feel like my life was stolen from me, I don't know by who... Or why... But it is so hard to try and move on when everything physically and emotionally is drained and hurts. I know healing takes time... But why did this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this, torment?
Rosaline posted @ 23:16 -
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