In My New Life, No Room For

Let's Be Honest. You Let Yourself Be Pulled In Because It Felt Good To Be Wanted, Needed. But Then It Went Too Far, As Projected Images Always Do. If It's Not A Real Image, But One That Has Been Projected On To You, Then You Can Keep Up The Masquerade For Only So Long Before The Mask Cracks And The Paint On The Mask Peels Away.

The Last Thing I Want To Be Known As Is 'the Girl Who Got Raped'. The Big Turn Around You Make In Your Head Is From Victim To Survivor.

Men Have Periods Too, They Just Don't Bleed.

The Music Is The Magic Carpet That Other Things Take Naps On.

I Have Built My World Through Native American Mythology.