saint and sinnerher past sins overshadowed her present. but her future wouldn't let her stop. she might have been a sinner. but not every saint is sin free.
why I'm an i n t r o v e r tit seems though his shadow follows me wherever I go. the sorrow of those nights still looms over my head like ; a thunder cloud. since then, every man I've met seems like a threat. I know time heals wounds but my abuse is a black hole in my soul. and it sucks all my happiness away. happiness now seems like fleeting moments I can't get a hold of. I haven't told anyone, but maybe I should go ask for a little help. sometimes I think, it's my mistake. I'm too open a book maybe I should start caving in.