A Girl's Blog
Some days I feel like I am not a human being, but a sort of plagued mutation, a by-product of the sins I was destined to commit. Other days I recognize myself in the mirror, lips curled up in distaste at the leather brown before me. Most of the times I just feel incapable of emotion, of feeling.
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The days pass by in a blur like a bullet train. They turn misty, fraying into one another. I am not happy, I am not unhappy. Usually I'm at the edge of insanity; it just so happens that a fragment of forsaken hope catches me breathless when I am at my worst, and then I cannot find it in myself to give up. I never have. I must tread on.
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Because at the end of the day, I am a girl. My blog can only be a collection of broken boned letters and spinning syllables. I am a girl, and I carry my words like a sword, because the shield protecting my heart shattered ages ago.
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You might tread on with me.
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-Reem
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