It seems that I'm writting for no one,but my own self,or at least my shadow who is always with me,always follows me,and I think it is my only friend and enemy.I don't want to write for anyone,as I know there are not many poeple who wish to read the writings of an isolated young girl,fed up with every one and every thing and always always repeats"There are sores which slowly erode the mind in solitude like a kind of canker.".
I started thinking when I was a young child.my parents divorce helped me to experience new things,suffer pains,and explore undiscovered lands of lonliness.ya it was too soon for a young child around 8 or 9.I grow up alone,with no smile of a kind warm face,no blandishment of a soothing hand.yes there was noone there to make my days bright,but only one great one;God.He was always with me,never left me alone,and His presence was enough for me.
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