Sometimes I think there is much more to me than even I realize. I often feel as if the real me is buried somewhere deep inside my soul, screaming to be heard, yet fearful that I just might be.

The real me is very strong, opinionated and quite selfish. But the "other" me will not let this persona show herself, for fear of being rejected. Or worse yet, accepted for what part of me feels is just unacceptable to society.

I guess those are pretty strong thoughts for my first time blogging, but I do know that, as the song goes, "If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to." -Breathe-Natasha Beddingsford