As the Window Pane Cracks

Holding my life together by a small safety pin, I could let go at any moment. For some reason, I hold on. I hold on for the people, the person, who loves me.

Sometimes my life, like any other, has good parts, others, bad.
This is my story, as told by me.
Like it or don't, but the past, though unfortunate, has lead me to my present, and will one day lead me to my future.

Some of the stuff might not be exact, because... well... Most of the things written so far have happened over a year ago, and this is how I remember the stories.

I'm sorry, Katherine...