Somedays I think that this is my chance. A chance to start a real blog again. Write down... everything. But, I lived it. Why do I need to write it? And my thoughts? I say what I think... most of the time. If you don't keep things to yourself, how do you share yourself with the world?

Being honest can be confused with being mean. I know this, but I can't stop being honest. We're human. We are mean. We are also nice. This is truth.

Sometimes we need to be held. Sometimes we need to be alone.

And sometimes... sometimes.