Turning to a blank page...

She began to write in only third person.
She'd never have to accept herself now.

For A

You can't try to fit in. You just have to find a place where you fit.

Unless your made of clay.
(Your not.)

Everything is Best a Secret.

And one day, I will become self-confident and show to the world the beauties I plan to create.
And by the time I think they're beautiful, who knows how many years we'll have wasted.