Jan 13/09 12:51pm

Though i remain quiet, i have so much to say. I'll keep it all in, just to play it safe. I was just a little girl and i never even realized what hit me until all my hopes and dreams were shattered, like tiny shards of glass that cut harder and deeper. In with the wind and out with the dust. Alone was the comfortable place for me, but now I'm so lonely i don't even want to be with myself anymore. There are two types of secrets, the ones we keep from others and the ones we keep from ourselves. If i cure my disease, i won't know who I am anymore. There are so many things that make me feel empty and sad, and most of them are me.