With every thought in the days of my life, I became aware that I wasn't okay. I knew that I was a lost cause and that I desperately searched for love in all the wrong places. With every break up came a new scar and this is my way of keeping the scars off of me. So I write and I write until I become satisfied with my work. It's something about writing to a bunch of people who will probably never see it then keeping it closed up that makes a insane girl. Sane.

I just need to get this all out. If anyone at all can relate, please comment or message me or something.