Everyone, during some point in their life, experiences emotions, situations and adversities that changes them, sometimes for the better, and sometimes, for the worse.
And then there are times when we seem to leave our body mentally, to introspect about the world, its workings, and the people living in it.
Everyone has that time in their lives where they wonder about how minds work, how relationships thrive, and what makes them, them.
Sometimes, it's at night when you're going to bed, and life seems just a little different when there isn't any light illuminating it. Maybe it's in the shower, where tears mix with the water, and go unnoticed. Maybe it's early in the morning, just before dawn, when the idea of starting afresh doesn't seem quite so daunting.
But remember.
You're you because of your past. And you're no less than anybody else.
Join me as I put words to my innermost feelings, as I voice my opinions. Join me as I gather the courage to write down thoughts that run through every person's mind at least once in their lives.
Join me as I break conventions, as I rant and rave my way through these emotions, challenges, difficulties, opinions, that have the power to make me, or break me.
In the end though, the choice will always be mine.
The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force
of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside
forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago,
something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk
about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and
everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what
happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back
and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me
stop.