A Broken Heart Can Be Mend In Many Ways

This first text is going to be rather personal, with many elements derived from the few memories I have of my childhood.

~ Lately I've been feeling the need to confide some of my darkest and deepest secrets but could find no one to turn to. So I just cracked opened a notebook that I carry around all the time with a book in my bag and music supplies. Why am I telling you this? Because those three things -writing, reading material and music- are the only reason I am left standing here today to tell you this story, my story. Or more precisely, the story of how my heart broke and turned me into an insensitive freak, obsessed with my appearance and seducing others while I was in fact simply trying to mend my wounds. ~

The idea of this text first came from a need to talk about my recent experiences and second of all, from a request made by one of my friends. I hope you will like it...

- Aylin H.