Labelled Fictitiously.

So, you think you know her and what’s more how to fix her too. A good kick up the arse and less victim mentality would be a start.
Thing is you haven’t a clue and the times she has used triple x super glue just to hold herself in place to stand in front of you or beside you or maybe a fraction behind you.
Funny thing is when she sees you, she doesn’t look in judgment but more a secret high five in solidarity and her words are always thoughtful and considerate.
Behind a face that smiles are also ones who had to fight either demons or life and possibly their own thoughts alone in the dark. To be able to smile in the light, we all carry our own scripts, and we edit them alone when we can add or subtract to make a more straightforward text to fit in to be accepted as the funny one or the one who has the strength to slay Goliath even on a bad day.

She doesn’t. She has already had to write a false narrative just to survive. Now she wants to take the pen with her with and a notebook to authenticate her lies. She was never a victim but a quiet resilient survivor who no longer wanted anyone’s permission to be her. Broken in the process of repair by only her own flick of the pen and only her words. She is finally free and other’s opinions of her are put in a jar labelled Fictitious may make a good book one day . She jots that down and puts her fountain pen in her leather cross over body handbag to be honest it’s a bit tatty but it still carries her essentials and that fact makes her smile .