"I remember not being this old, all caved up in my own notebooks. the blue lines on a white cheap paper. Thin and crisps, I scribble down my deepest thoughts.
by then I thought the scariest thing to do was to label the notebooks, that they’re only for my eyes. Just few seconds ago I was listening to Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. As usual, I check out their lyrics. Though vaguely describing the unwanted rubbish, I remember writing like that. I remember how a friend of mine wanted me. Against all odds.
I remember being young, and the good girl that never really got caught. or just drowned in deep silence, and never once people noticed my wordy side. nor my plain empty side. I remember writing all sorts of boys that text me till late nights, and then they treat me like nothing the next morning. I remember a dream came true, then the dream became too good to be true.
Then I met God. and my bloodline changed from ordinary to a Royalty. God’s princess.