One

She loves wearing black ribbons on her hair, and skirts; preferably velvet and lace.

Her closet consists of dresses, sweaters and skirts of the same nature. Always in dark colours — or no colour at all.

Her favorite outfit is a handpick from a local thrift store; black tulle skirt, and a white fitted-turtleneck sweater with a chiffon black ribbon tied in a bow around her neck in an asymmetrical manner.

She doesn’t care much about shoes, but she’d rather wear ballet pumps with complicated laces than flats.

When it comes to lifestyle, being a year younger than the stated legal age, it makes it all the more hard and terrifying to live through.

A life of awkward teen drama is behind her, and a future of premature adulthood is just ahead.

Time is ticking. It’s time for decisions.

Decisions, decisions, decisions…

But who is she to fret?

Everybody needs to grow-up. Even girls who love wearing ribbons in their hair.

That’s what they would always say. And she always listens.

But listening to them only made her feel sad.

Life’s full of beautiful sadness, they’d tell her.

Yes. Sad, but beautiful.

She would raise a brow at this and snort, “How can sadness be beautiful?”

They’d glance at each other and laugh as part of a response. “Tell us, why do you wear black all the time? Isn’t that the colour of sorrow?”

“Because I think it’s pretty chic.” She’d answer in an irritated tone.

Instead of explaining the whole point though, they’d prefer to walk away and leave her to interpret it for herself.

Now that’s humanity for you.

We like to confuse and appear smart with words.