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.
Sunday, 10 November 2019
It was a peaceful turn, a friend took me out for a bit of fun, sledding, made me redo the first sled down the hill because I didn't yell like I was instructed to do. It was a great release, I know there is bound to be a purpose for all this pain I bring upon myself, I just wish it would hurry up and make sense so I can move on to a happier time. I know I am strong enough to not settle for more then my dreams, even if they may never come true, it is still a good dream to chase, but I need to figure out what I want, but every time I think I've figured things out... It goes spiraling out of control again.