September 23, 2011

Friday - 10 pm

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I need to tell you my story before I die. What I am about to tell you, is nothing new. You have heard it all before from so many other voices. Still there is this great need in me to tell you my side of the story to have your undivided attention as I divulge my deepest, darkest secrets to you.

To be honest, truthful in spite of the consequences, often times it is the hardest thing to do. In fact to be completely honest with oneself and the world takes great strength and bareness that I am not sure I possess. Yet here I am, in front of the computer desk writing to you. As I sit here in my bedroom, writing this epistle, I am flooded with thoughts as to whether this is the right thing to do.

Will it change anything – telling you the truth? Will you believe me or be able to handle what I am about to say to you? After all, I have tried to tell you my story before in so many ways, through so many voices. Will you listen now?