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, 18 October 2020
I realize part of my problem, I know I am pretty, and I am strong. But every time I hear someone say they are glad they have someone so strong, or beautiful.. it turns me away. I want to mean something more to someone then just being a pretty face, and so far in my experience only one has done that. Perhaps that is why I think of him often and compare others to him. He saw me as more, even if I am flawed personality wise.
