corners of notebooks. the back of receipts. napkins. scratching out the story of my life on these scraps that i’ll stuff into my purse and then just toss anyway. i never save them. where would i put them if i did? i’m not one of those girls who has a secret drawer somewhere, filled with perfectly folded secrets. i keep it all *up here* - after all, that’s the safest place for it to be. no one will ever know. i only trust myself with my thoughts.

perhaps not even.

someday i will be the hero of my own epic

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