An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Friday, 28 October 2016
I hope this Fall Festival brings a better time for me. Not sure which way to turn now. I feel lost and alone even though logically I know I am not. Ended up the price for the new path I chose was too much for me to endure. I just want peace. A part of me the part that usually controls me tells me to run and hide. And I did for a bit, but thanks to my guild leader I am awake and trying to enjoy the Fall Festival. After falling for a short time I find it to be a twist in the gut to get the costume I got this time. And hope I do not make too bad a mockery of it.....But I will preserve and play the part I was given.
