The library is my safe haven, the place I go to when I want to read, sleep, think, or just be away from the outside world. There is this thing about books, I don't understand but they help me forget all my worries. It's just fascinating how a book can take you across seas and on different adventures without moving an inch. This is what made me fall in love with words; but as much as the library helps me forget, it also makes me think.
The memories I wish to forget always seem to be the ones coming back to hunt me. I've lost my self confidence and self esteem but there's nothing I can do about it. I've tried telling my best friends, Abbie and Harmy but every time it's about to come out of my mouth, I stop myself because I just don't think I can bear to see their expressions when I tell them. Will they think I'm a slut or will they accept it as my past and help me to move on? I don't know yet but I do plan on telling them one day and whatever their reaction, I'll take it as fate.
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Hey y'all...
This is my first book so please don't judge if it seems boring but I assure you that it'll get better 😘😘😘
