If memories were a used cloth, I would burn mine and bury the ashes in a far away land. But since memories are souvenirs from the past and I am forced to entertain them and all they come along with, I'm afraid to say that they have taken ownership of my head and thoughts.

Hi. My name is Layla and I build walls of insecurities around me for a living. And just so you know, I don't have a head.

Hi Wattpad family! Tales of Laila is out. Let's meet up there and complete our unfinished business.

                        xoxo