Intro

I will forever be 16 when I cry. The girl that I was before is so foreign that I don't remember her and the woman that I attempt to be will forever be dominated by the girl I was when it started. Scared and lost and confused with this thing that was taking over her mind. Still on good days I forget the bad, still on bad days I don't know where it came from. How I got there. Here. This is an account of what I deal with now and what I dealt with then. I don't know how to spell- grammar and sentence structure.... this is just it. Its just how I feel. I don't feel in full sentences most of the time. Forgive me if its self indulgent. Forgive me if its over dramatic. Forgive me if its long winded and confusing and you just can't understand what I'm saying. Forgive me if its gross or painful. This is just it. Its just how I feel.