I live in a bubble

And she kept convincing herself, 
that someone will love her, 
that she is beautiful, 
that she is worth more, 
that something amazing was waiting for her.
She started to believe, lies she told herself were becoming reality, but it didn't help.
Instead.
She started to live in a bubble.
She didn't want to go out.
She didn't flirt with boys. 
She was too comfortable in her bubble, too safe to risk.
And maybe that's what was destroying her slowly.
Slowly, she became her own slave.
And even if it started innocently, because she was only convincing herself that someone will actually want her. 
Her minds went in different direction.
You know, 
that's the funny thing about our minds.
Sometimes we start to think about small things,
yet we never know where our minds will wander.


Karolina x