Lyla is what most people would call a 'dreamer' a 'I'm gonna waste my life away wishing I could be something different' type of person. Dropped out of uni and bought a flat with money she had been saving.
She wanted to be someone, but she was never sure who that person was.
Lying flat on her front she tosses her diary to the side, her pen rolling off the edge of the bed and falling onto the floor.
21st of feburary 1991,
Dear diary, what the fuck am I doing with my life?
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