Maybe... Maybe it's time I showed someone the REAL me... No masks, no facades... Just me. But who?

Feeling lonelier than I have in a long time. Guess I shouldn't push everyone away.

Who wants to go to Narnia with me?

Vi sono le lacrime sulle mie guance

"You are the tears on my cheeks"

Looks like my friend was wrong, I should not have said a word. Guess I should listen to what my mind tells me.

Found an old notebook with a bunch of my old poems in it... Most of them suck

Non si puo mai sapere la cura che riposa nel profondo del mio petto, mi sussurra ogni giorno.

"you can never know the care that rests deep in my chest, whispering to me each and every day."

A heart beats like the rising sun,
with grace and warmth.

Beauty masks the pain underneath, though only one can see through my disguise.

I run my own fingers through my hair just to pretend like someone's there and cares.