And now it comes down to me and me and I don't know who will win. I've hated myself for so long now, but a part of me is trying to surface... the part of me that actually thinks I might be worth fighting to save, the part of me that thinks that maybe, just maybe, I could be beautiful too. And maybe I can be loved, and not given up on. the old me fights with a tenacious fury, because sadness, anger, depression, they are what I know... they are familliar, they have always been there when love, happiness, and security were not. but the hidden me is determined, I've kept her under lock and key for far too long, and now she's ready to show herself, perhaps for the first time. -Jada Marie Andrews 7-21-00
Reason for writing:
I'm just starting to realize, for the first time in my life, that maybe...just maybe, I'm worth it...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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