December 18th, 2007
I am who I am. I have no explanation of this. I am intense. I am a bundle of energy. I love to love, and I love to be loved in return. I love to write. I’m a girl in a world of women and men. I’m a child in a world of adults. I like to play. I walk freely and roam with no regret. I’m lonely. I don’t belong in this world of make-believe. I make believe my own world. I am what I say, I am what I do. I’m a liar. I’m sincere. I’m a mess. I am Molly.
