Anyone out there?

I don't know if any reads this or not. Probably not, and that's completely fine (except for my mother who stalks me and I know...mother stop!). This is what I needed. I did this blog for me. I needed somewhere to shout and think at some point in time someone will hear. This helps me feel less alone. What is here are pieces of me. No, it's not a whole picture. Only pieces. I would bet that it would be easy to assume some things about me from this blog. I write like an angsty, depressed teen after all. But in all actuality I just want to say that this is not me at all. You may think it is, but it isn't. Sorry followers, I'm a liar.

In fact, none of this is me. It's all pieces and I'm going to be spending the rest of my life trying to paint a picture with these pieces.