You know the things I cannot say. So why bother asking me about them? I hate when I have to lie but I'm more afraid then anyone. As much as I say & try to believe I have no fears, I'm the opposite. I'm afraid of a variety of things I probably shouldn't be scared of. But I am. & more emotion comes out of me every day now. I hate who I'm becoming, & love it at the same time. But when I look in a mirror I can't recognize myself anymore. At all. & that frightens me too.
Disclaimer
It is your choice whether or not to read this diary. The most I can ask is that you do not question me about it - I would rather not know if you have been reading it at all or even how you came to find it. Everything I have posted in this diary is what I had been thinking at the exact time I posted it. This diary is for me personally, and me alone. If I have written something you dislike: stop reading.
