Maybe this is the right time to start writing something. But I'm not good at writing stories. And coming up with good ideas.
Maybe I'll tell you about this dream I had last night.
The scene was a drawing. Painted with blue crayola. So, everything was blue. There was a boy on his bed, desperately holding to some papers, he didn't want someone to take it from him. The bed as unmade. Behind the bed, and the boy, was a window. And at the end of the bed was a table filled with his things- more and more papers. The boy was denying that he's a girl, saying "I'm not a girl!" hence, the blue everything. I guess. The boy has hair like Mizuki's.
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| This is Mizuki 💗💗💗💗 |
One more thing. I don't really like intelligent, perfect, know everything kinda guys. Because they make me feel insecure. It feels like they can see right through me, my imperfections, my silly thoughts. It seems as if they can analyze my every action and movement and know the real reason I'm doing something.
I don't want anyone knowing that.
It's not necessarily bad, my thoughts that is. But I hate it when someone says "You must be feeling this and that, right?"
No. Just don't.
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