dear diary,
so i did a thing i guess. it's kinda bleh but here you go.
her skin, a pale milky tone with just a hint of peach on her cheeks. the multicolored leaves fluttered to the ground like feathers from a distressed bird, a soft crunch under her feet as she trod over them. her small, fragile frame was trembling from the frigid air; she was delicate - to hurt the girl would be like shattering a china plate. her untouched soul was pure, her conscience clean. she was to be considered a rarity in this wicked world. a being who was capable of holding her innocence until her adult years. her silky, jet black hair fell in her face ever so perfectly, the raven color contrasting against her frosty skin.
YOU ARE READING
dear diary
Randomsomething to write in sometimes i guess when i need to vent. will probably be kind of hard to understand; i mostly just let the words flow out of me in a rush so the feelings don't linger.
