Memiors Of A Broken Human

Starting From Scratch

My name isn't Lacuna. But I will say my name is Lacuna. An unfilled space or interval; a gap. That's what I am, what I feel like. So that's my name.

I'll start from scratch since this is my new beginning. I've tried keeping diaries and journals before. Who hasn't? I bet there are a number of people in the world who start diaries thinking they want to end up famous one day and have their words read by millions.

Maybe that was me at one point, but not any more. So I've decided to just start my own collection. A collection of what? My words. Thoughts, feelings, ideas, drawings, actions, needs, hopes, fears anything I want it to be. But at the end of the day, it will ultimately be only a collection of words.

Maybe this will turn into a diary, maybe I'll write in it tonight and tomorrow night and then not touch it again for years. No one can say for sure.

I don't know what made me want to do this, but something urged me to write tonight. I don't know where this is coming from.

Besides my own crazy head.