A friend told me to start blogging. I don't know about it. I don't know if I want to put myself out there fully. I guess I'll take things slow.
Tonight I'm alone. I'm not used to this. It scares me a little.
I've been thinking alot about the past... about Kyle, and everything that happened.
I've been looking in the mirror, looking at the scar, thinking about that day.
I've been reading motivational "survival" stories.
I've been considering how lucky I am. To be free. To be alive.
I've been feeling sorry for myself.
I've been so confused...