none of you will probably read this, however i will continue.
this idea came to me one night when i was laying in bed thinking about discrimination. when we all think about discrimination, our mind goes straight to racism, sexism and homophobia. but anyone can be discriminated against, whether it's because of the colour of their hair or the way they speak.
most of my friendship circle consists of left-handed people, no one in my family is left-handed except my grandmother and i. my grandmother told me that when she was a child she was forced by her teachers to sit on her left hand and write with her right (as being left-handed is a sign of the devil).
comment here, if you yourself are left-handed or you know someone who is.
i like being left-handed, it makes me different - of course, it has its downsides (such as smudging everything you write and being left with a giant ink stain on your left hand from the tip of your pinky finger to your wrist!).
keep reading to meet soldier calum;)
love, clare xoxo
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