I started this so long ago, and yet I feel like I am still that same lost girl. I have lived though more, seen more, felt heart break. I was a virgin when I started this. Not just in the normal sense, but in a kinda of sheltered way. I was behind on so much. Yet, now I write. My words are simple, I feel lost still. Its a different kind tho. I think about too much, but none of it means anything. I just want life to start and for me to take my place in the drivers seat. I dont know what my future hold. Who I will be, or if I will even like myself. All I do know is that it my life. I choose the people, the stories, and hurt, and love, and every fucking little thing. I hope these good days keep coming. They feel so fresh. Like I can finally see the sunny days again.