I used to write about you. Words meant to capture and hold that which moved my heart and mind to places beyond reason. You. All of you that found the places in my soul to be touched, exposed and brought to light. I used to before and after the scars of betrayal you left me. And now, you've been written. Off. But shadows of you will always remain where I erased the words.
"So this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be." I have never read the book nor seen the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower.