I wish I was different, I wish I felt at home in my own skin, and my heart didn't exist.

I know it's been forever since I last wrote; Not that anyone reads this crap anyway. But nevertheless. Here I am a year later and I feel like I haven't moved an inch. I know I have. I have progressed in some tiny way; but honestly I feel like i'm still trying to break the waters surface. I feel more and more people drift away ; and myself really. I'm not sure who I am anymore or where I belong...So for now I just am.

I'm the girl that is crazy and irrational, and shy, and secretly daring, the girl that falls in love with the idea of things, who won't give her heart away because it was never really hers. The girl that loves even the people she shouldn't. The girl that wants to cure cancer, to sky dive, to write a book, to punch someone in the face.

I'm her. There's so much I could tell you about that girl. There's so much more I still have to find out.

Alot of people give up on me. Sadly, I dont know how to give up on them.

xoxox,
Deezy.