Have you ever walked around the room, talking to yourself, like when you're looking for a object and retracing your steps? Or have those thoughts, that you're glad no one else could hear, sense they are not the most kind or even appropriate? Most of us just say this is normal. Everyone does it. And it's true. Take anyone and they will have those moments too. But for me, I am different. I gave myself a person to talk to, to have my loneliness be filled. I call her Me. She is me but the thoughts I'd never say out loud. Not ever and if I do, I would be so ashamed, upset or even embarrassed. She can change emotions in seconds. One minute saying how pathetic I am for being stupid and next holding the part of me that was insulted or alone. She is a kind but scary person. Like myself. Her name can change, from Ashly, to Rebecca, to something completely random. She is sexual and scary, kind and weird and sometimes crazy. Some may say I'm insane for having this. But mother does not. She says this is normal for a creative mind. Just as she dealt with issues by cutting, I use art. Blood and sad, hateful and true, my art frees me from the fear I have. Not always but it helps. It always helps. If you want to know about her, do not be afraid. Ask and I shall answer the best that I may.
please do not steal
