Sometimes I retreat into myself, and I don't come out for hours. If someone attempts to bring me out, by speaking to me or asking me to do something, I will, in all likelihood, get angry. But I'm not really angry. I'm just confused. In a way its like sleepwalking - you know how you're not meant to wake somebody who is sleepwalking? Its the same with daydreaming.
I am a girl. I feel ill at ease with my own era. I think I'd fit better somewhere else. I hope to study journalism and law next year. All my life I've pined for England, without ever actually going there. One day, I hope I can get paid for the confused scribblings I produce.
oh, your bookshelf looks so beautiful <3
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