adriennebread
My pillar of strength is my baby.
Sometimes.
And sometimes it's just myself.
Mostly it's just myself.
After all, I can only rely on one person to be there forever right? And that's just me.
A little black dress.
So classy and feminine.
If only I were asked to prom! I would have the chance to show off my little black dress with my cute high heeled shoes.
If only, if only!
But no, sadly.
My little black dress is destined to stay quietly in my closet, gathering dust.
Writing is my reflex.
It's my form of escapism, putting my thoughts onto paper.
It makes things concrete.
Everytime my heart feels troubled, my reflex is to grab a pen and paper.
There's something solid about it.
Something comforting.
It's an in-born reflex.
I lack quite a few things.
Certainly I lack personality traits that I see in myself; materialistic wealth that I have yet to gain.
Who knows?