You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don't work for salary, I didn't graduate from college,
but I don't speak for others anymore,
and I don't regret anything I can't genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn't salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, "it was a good day."

- Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)

~My real name is Cecilia.
~I'm fifteen.
~I like... food.
~Music, drawing and poetry are my life. Although currently, the exception is drawing because I stopped. 
~If you love the same music I like, LORD BLESS YOU. (that was random I'm sorry)
~Xeno is my latest novel among the three I posted.
~For a short while, I posted a story called Maelstrom but I'm taking it down for good.
~I will no longer post anything here, however I have decided to keep this account up along with some of my old writing. (Please keep in mind I wrote them when I was twelve to thirteen years, therefore most of the sentiments I have conveyed here have changed greatly).

[quintessence.]: my reading list for finished books that are absolute perfection.
[literary art.]: my reading list for books that are still ongoing /completed and I have not finishing reading them yet.