luna stirling / d11 / cbd2

What is your life built on? Secrets and lies. You wish it could have been built off normal things, plaster and cinderblock, things that construction workers could set up, but life refused to ever be that simple. You were the one who had found your mother’s contact book, toddling along, too young to understand what it all meant. Cat took the reigns on that one, and you waited at her heels. You were too young to do any of the big girl stuff. You’re older now, but you still feel like a child. You need people to tell you what to do and who to be. It’s easier that way, never having to think for yourself. That way, people can never be disappointed in you, since you’re always what they want you to be. People-pleasing will be your downfall, but you think you’re going to welcome it.