Dear Diary

Today i am born into a new world, a world not my own, where barriers fall, and rules cease to exist. I don't have to wear my mask anymore, here i can take it off. Here i can be me, with all my beautiful and ugly faces, especially the ugly. Its been so long since i let my ugly face show. It only comes out when I'm in seclusion, and it eats me, it eats me alive. It screams at me, makes me feel guilt. aah guilt, mans self made cage, and i am sentenced there for life. Life with no parole.
Cant look back, there is nothing to be done. Time to move forward. Its so dark. Concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. Cant stop now. Need to move on. Carry my wounds, and the scars, always there to remind me of what happened, and whats to come. Expect more wounds. Keep smiling, laughing, living, and hating. Hate, its in competition with guilt. I cant say which is worse.
Diary,
Today i am born into a new world, today my journey starts.