I was once outgoing, and loving, and most importantly, happy. Now, because of what happened, I'm cold. At the best of times, I'm numb. It's wonderful, to feel nothing after only feeling pain, misery, and suffering, but it gets lonely, don't you think? To have no one to help you, always keeping your gaurd up, never letting anybody get near you, because you fear that they'll hurt you, or someone will tear them from you. That's my life, and I can never let anyone know about it, but I think it's time to tell somebody my real life. Whether you like it or not, here it is.
