An old letter I don’t even know where to begin. End of August I wanted to Skype you. I was getting my nails done and had an urge to talk to you, to tell you how right you were about many things, to inform you that I realized, at last, that things had to change and that it was only heading for the better. I wanted to share all this with you. I wanted to reveal some of what I was going through, but mainly the excitement I felt taking back control over my life. Three months went

An old letter Involuntarily, I have put you through hell and back. Involuntarily, I have deprived you from all the goodness you deserve for serving me my whole life, for allowing me to thrive intellectually, for supporting the craziest of my pursuits physically, for making me the person I am today. You are who I am. You form my external appearance and you shelter my internal existence. You are shape and you are home to my soul. Thoughts infiltrated my mind in times of weaknes

Those faint summers back in July Days were passing, and I felt high. High in spirits, high in disguise When dark crept up I felt alive. Nights under the discotheque heat, Now the only hours when I would eat. Moments filled with friends, now in retreat. Moments filled with laughter, now skipped heartbeats. Those faint summers back in July Days were passing, and I felt high. High in spirits, high in disguise When dark crept up I felt alive. Spreading a life of its own I let it

Don’t censor opinions, express how you feel, Never be sorry for purely being real. Expose own emotions and act as you please, When self-conscious you feel, don’t pretend you’re at ease. Steer clear of people, who show a double face, As well as those relationships, where you feel out of place. You will grow stronger among the like-minded, So genuinely choose by whom to be surrounded. Stand by the person that makes you feel keen: Be it a boy, a girl, or someone in between. Care