Oh boy.  For me there's a lot, for others there's too little. Nobody knows me, and yet, I don't hide anything. You talk, I listen. And when I listen, I never forget a single thing. Problems or solutions, lies or truths. It's all there, waiting to be written and said aloud. I'm words nobody can say, a secret nobody can keep. I depend on people to trust me. They give me purpose in search of their own.

That was.. oh god. I'm gonna leave it in. hahah I seem super down to earth, eh?
Seriously though, I love people. I love talking. I love writing. All those things. I just kind of get lost in my reveries about life and beyond. That's just the way I am. Super distracted, always helping. Smiling through every step of the way. Fighting my demons with angels I make up. Everyday.
  • JoinedJanuary 19, 2016




Story by Elizabeth_ieva
Letters for myself by elizabeth_ieva
Letters for myself
I don't know. Why, when, how. It just happened. I just started writing. I like it. I like fighting with mysel...