I’m dead. Not really, but something in me died. The spark I had, the will to try, disappeared somewhere along the way. I wake up, but it feels pointless, like I’m just passing time.
By hafsa2 months ago in Writers
I’ve always been the kind of girl who keeps her heart close, guarded, cautious, like a secret I wasn’t sure the world could handle. I didn’t believe in fairytales or sudden sparks.
By hafsa2 months ago in BookClub
