Wednesday, May 25, 2005 |
This is to anyone. I`m writing because I need someone to talk to, someone to open myself to. I need to be held. Yes me. Even I am not made of brick. Although I`m strong, even strong things break down at times.
Whoever reads, I don`t want sympathy or talk, I just want someone to listen.
I sit here laid back, tears are falling from my face. I’m so scared. I feel so alone, so lost, confused, sad… I realize I`m not going to have all the things I love forever.