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, 19 June 2020
It seems my impulsive nature will always get me in trouble. Will I ever learn? Perhaps I would have been better off if I'd never picked up a sword, never opened my mouth and given my opinion, never tried to do what I believe is right because seems everytime I do, I'm wrong. What's wrong with me?
