Saturday, October 1, 2011
I know it all seems so sad to you. I know when you look in from the outside you see a sad wisp of a person struggling to get by. I am not so broken as this, I find beauty everywhere, including myself. I think you misunderstand, when I say I'm sad, or things are hard, I don't mean I'm giving up. This is not a white flag of surrender, it is a battle cry. When I say this hurts so badly I think I may die, what I mean is, I will find a way out if it kills me.