Entry Five: September 19, 2011
Five days since I last wrote. I still don’t have much to write about. I still don’t know why I’m writing in the first place. Except I do. I know why. This journal is the only place I can put my thoughts, and as long as I keep it well hidden I’ll be fine. I’ll be safe.
I just don’t have very important thoughts. I am sitting here on the doorsteps to the apartment building, strangers walking by, whispering and shouting and occasionally looking at the poor girl sitting alone on a dirty, concrete step. It’s starting to drizzle, and the fall air is both relaxing and annoying, as if it’s prodding at my shoulder, telling me to get up and do something.
But what can I do?
YOU ARE READING
Fall
RomanceThis isn't a typical love story. I didn't meet some boy and fall in love at first sight. In fact, I didn't fall in love with a boy at all. Or a girl. Not even a house plant. My name is Thalia Walker, and I fell in love with the world.
