Introduction

If I were to sit down and tell you about me, I'd probably tell you the easy stuff. My name and age and what I do for fun. 

You know, the things people want to hear. 

But what I would want to tell you?

I'd tell you that sometimes my heart hurts so much I want to rip it out of my chest with my own little hands. 

I'd tell you that when my family leaves me home alone I cry, because I'm scared they're never coming back. 

I'd tell you that there's so much darkness inside me now that I see everything in gray. 

I'd tell you how I'm so empty inside I'm about to explode. 

I'd tell you how I don't want to have to remember but I'm scared to forget.

I'd tell you that no matter how many people surround me all I feel is alone.

But I can't tell you that.

So I'll tell you my favorite color and what I want to be when I grow up. 

At least for now.