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.
Thursday, 12 October 2017
Ah... a bonding of a friend.. such a joyful time, yet one that is bittersweet for me as well. I do so enjoy seeing my friends so filled with love, joy, and hope. Yet... seeing it makes me feel like I am a terrible person, because while on the one side I am overjoyed at their happiness, at the same time I feel all the more isolated, hopeless, and alone. Is there something wrong with me?...