Weekend Writings #26
*Disclaimer, all real names have been changed in order to keep the identities of the people safe and unrecognizable except for me because my name has been out there for quite a while now.*
The night grows only colder, as does the thought of my heart. Can this truly be who I am? I write to you to fill this void of converstaion that I so desperately need from you. Have you ever thought of your childhood? How it was so fun and always active? How we all had no care in the world what would happen as we drew older? Well look at us now. Wouldn't our youngerselves be pissed at how we came out?