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.
Saturday, 29 August 2020
Life is so confusing sometimes, you think you are in a nice conversation even joking with a person.. then they twist your words to mean something you never intended.. it's like getting a sword driven in your heart. My head throbs... up seems to be down, down seems to be up lately, my head spins. So tired of feeling confused, of being made to feel bad for things I didn't say. Thankful to have someone to talk to at least that cares, that makes me feel wanted, even when I feel confused and like I am stuck in a cyclone with the rest of my life.
