i want to take care of myself as if i was my own kid - dress myself well, buy myself sweets in shiny plastic wrapping, get myself toys for my little inner artist (and not only her).
i want to treat myself as my lover, dressing myself in beautiful lingerie, bying flowers (even if i hate it, just because it's sweet), preparing myself romantic dinners and taking myself out to the cinema.
i want to worship myself like a goddess, i want to trust myself as a wise mentor, i want to let myself go - like a pretty little birdie.

i know nothing of what's right or who am i supposed to be, but i also have no fucking clue who i actually am. i only know that i begin to rot without movement and without spontaneity. i can't be that miserable girl anymore, trapped in her fears.