|| CREATIVE THINKING

38~

I don't know how much longer I can hold onto this tough girl persona I've been putting on. I'm not as strong as I make myself out to be. I'm not as cold and heartless as I may seem. My heart is bruised and bloodied from years of abuse. I've pretended for so long that I'm okay and that things don't bother me. God I even managed to convince myself of my own little facade. I'm scarred, broken and bruised. I'm more than a little bit bent and I'm not writing this for pity. I know no one is actually going to read this. I know no one really cares enough to read the words I write and post. I guess that's something I can be partially thankful for even in its twisted ness.