lyssa-bear

The truth strikes and stings like lightning on an otherwise sunny day into the hearts of those who trusted foolishly.

What was once close to me has torn my heart asunder.
Turns out trusting them was my own foolish blunder.
All I know is this cant happen again.
But how am I to find the truth and see past the friend?

As a child I never had a use for a journal. I guess I just never cared to recall what happened on any particular day in my life or maybe and quite possibly just didn't think my day was particularly significant. In this case though I think I might at least try to write every day. No promises but I will try and it won't be some stupid rambling about my day or complaining about junk. I will try to at least put something interesting in. Of course excluding this long outdrawn rambling of what is possibly to come. Oh and did you know that fish cough?

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