Dear blank pages of my notebook,
I am writing to tell you I'm afraid. Afraid that it's the end of another year, one that has changed me beyond words. I wish I could say I'm happy to be different, but it's scary. Nonetheless, I want to make the best of this I can, and learn to accept the skin I'm in. Because, let's face it, I can hardly trade it in at this point (well, I could, but I don't have the money or the patience to do that).
This may be pointless, but it made me feel better
peace x x x