One day, she told the ghosts inside her room that she will leave this place, but will come back one day to say hello to them. Her ghosts had been with her the whole time when she's locked up inside her head, her room, her bed, her life. She's convinced ever since she was 9 that her life was stolen from her, that this is not the life for her.
She likes to take photos, draw and drink tea on a good day. She likes to write on her notebook on bad days , which is quite more often. On a normal day she likes to lay on her bed and dream of getting out from there. She wants to be in Egypt where it's sunny and sandy. Or in Paris and dine good food. Clothing doesn't interest her, but she always looked good in it. She wanted to jog at the great wall of China or perhaps learn Kung Fu. Or go to Amsterdam and smoke weed legally. She doesn't care, as long as she's out from there.
