miah_me

When American teens turn sixteen, they want something in particular. For most teenage girls, it would be a nice, drive-able car.

 

( But I wanted something else. )

When my parents divorced, ratter than fighting some massive custody battle, they just let me decide. They had me talk to some kind of mediator about it.

 

( This is the paraphrased result. )

A little bit of a reality check on cutting, a.k.a. self-injury. After all, I can at least offer an inside perspective. When I was told soldiers don't cry, they bleed, I already thought I knew how strong they were - and I wanted to be as strong.

( So I took that advice to heart. )

You know, I really wasn't an Atheist all my life. I wasn't a Christian or Hindu or anything like that. I just happened to believe in God, once in my life.

( This is how I stopped believing. )

I mean, really, there are probably hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of livejournals in existence right now. Why read mine?

Actually, you shouldn't. There isn't really much worth here. Me trying to explain how someone who's led the perfect life can still end up a cynic. I don't know who this is for. This really is just my diary, despite what my subtitle says. This is just me, pouring out my soul.

Or rather, that little piece of my soul that went and curled up in a corner with a blankie and a pillow a long time ago. She's been taking quite a long nap,. Yet, she's been thinking a lot while she was asleep - she's been having dreams and nightmares and a lot in between, while she's been sleeping.

She's awake, now. And she's got a lot to say.