The Starter

I have never been a fan of blogging, simply because I've read too many stupid blogs before. At this very lonely and painful night, I created my very first entry.

When I look back in the future I will always remember what this man is putting me through at the moment, grief, I've always been a coward for men. Behind this strong personality, maybe I am fragile..

I've cried so hard everyday, feeling pain but there's nothing to heal me. To have a home that doesn't welcome me at all, "I guess so's" instead of "of course's" is tearing me apart. Maybe it's destined that I would always have a home which I can't go back to..

When will these end? I am tired of boundaries and walls..

"Hurt inside, no scars to show.." (Lene Marlin- "Story")