Dear diary;

I am good at playing innocent, with my authentic child-like mannerisms and facial expressions.

But deep within me I'm just like a well worn shirt; the colour is fading and the threads are loose.

I stare into the sky when it's blue, and I walk by my own, listening to my iPod.


This is me.
I'm about as jaded as my torn pair of Levi's.




xoxo
Atiqah