Part of me is fighting this but Part of me is gone
June 28, 2003 12:43 a.m.
It's near impossible for me to write here these days. I can't understand the censure that comes from speaking your mind. If there was less justice in this world, honesty would be a four letter word. Because I seem to spout it for miles.I feel trapped between my urge to not let this go and the innate need to protect myself. If I could block some people from reading this, and let the rest of the world gaze silently in, I would. But that would be far too easy wouldn't it? So, I sit here, terrified to write the truth, aching to tell it to someone. But some of you aren't ready for it. Or perhaps it isn't ready for you.
