FBW

Well, I'm trying to get back into writing. I haven't done it in a while, obviously. *points to dates on deviations* So, hopefully I can get some stuff on here again. I have a few ideas I'm playing around with in my head, but haven't had time to put them on paper. My life has been extremely hectic. I'm graduating in May, starting grad school in the fall, found out two months ago that I have two sisters and a brother I've never met and will be meeting them next month, have a relationship going that I've been working hard on...we'll be together a year in June (Yay!!!). Man...I'm tired. *passes out*

I've noticed just how good I am at pretending to be happy. People see smiles, they hear jokes, they see me 'happy'......... But they just see the shell that I wrap around me. They just see the image I put out to keep away the questions. They see my defence to pity...... They don't see the chained up piece of flesh inside. They don't hear the screams of regret and suffering. They don't witness the self-mutilation of my soul...if those truly exist...and they don't see what inflictions others have unwittingly and unintentionally placed on my heart.... What they see are the smiles they believe to be true. They hear the laughs they believe to b

I'm too damn busy lately...