As I sit and scribble my thoughts in my virtual diary for
all to see. I feel that humanity is in chaos. Daily stresses of life plaque us
all. Endless turmoil on the news, hard times, struggles, bad attitudes,
mistrust and ignorance, it leaves us all affected in some way. For the most
part I try to make sense of the world around me and believe that I have a
purpose. We all do.
I was once a shy girl who hid from the world. I barely made eye contact or spoke first. I
spent a lot of time locked away in my bedroom as a child. My outlet was writing. I had a little pink
diary that I hid between my mattress and I poured out my heart in it almost
every night. I still have it but it is too hard for me to read. Life wasn’t
fair and I feel bad for that little girl who missed out on what should have
been a childhood. I have no idea what it is like. I think back at that little girl who felt so
alone. But I think, if it wasn’t for the things she gone through, I would not
be who I am today.
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