I didn't know the things that could happen in this life. I didn't know the way things were going to go down. People are always telling me, "this will happen," "it will," "it'll happen to you too," "one day," "eventually". Some day. I didn't know and I thought I did.
What I know now is that those people, those more wise and experienced than me, they don't know what will happen for me. Those are the real facts. Things happened to them for who they are but I am not like them.
I've always felt differently. Thought differently. Talked differently.
And so far, my timeline has been different too.
Its like I've grown up with my story already written on pages in a book but I just keep realizing that that book is just a book.
YOU ARE READING
A Girl's Diary
Short StoryWhat happens when you put a girl who lives on dreams in a place where dreams can't survive? What is a girl anyway, if not a dreamer? If you strip that girl of her dreams, what does she have then? What is she then? She is a woman.
