It's pretty much the same every time I come here... I know exactly what I want to write about, then when it comes to putting fingers to keys, I've talked myself out of it because I'm convinced that no one will want to read it. Well, this time, it's not going to happen.
There is so much that I want to talk about, but only so many hours in the day. Anyone who truly takes the time to look at me will see a frightened 18 year old girl that I keep imprisoned deep inside - her scars are too ugly for the world to see... and they won't heal because the woman won't let them. She's unworthy and she deserves this pain everyday.
So here I walk, hoping, wishing and wanting a hand to hold and joy to find.
