dear bind my wrists diary,
the image that you have of me is my only defense against the world. i've never had the security others have had during their lifetime, like a mother, a husband, even the blood that is supposed to bind families together, mine has been somewhat synthetic. i had a mother for a while, but she died. i had the husband, but never the security of a marriage or a 'forever union' even. i grew up inside a family where nobody was blood related to me. i suppose this could change a perspective on life and all the meanings brought forward and that is prolly what skewed things a bit for me.
the image that you have of me is my only defense against the world. i've never had the security others have had during their lifetime, like a mother, a husband, even the blood that is supposed to bind families together, mine has been somewhat synthetic. i had a mother for a while, but she died. i had the husband, but never the security of a marriage or a 'forever union' even. i grew up inside a family where nobody was blood related to me. i suppose this could change a perspective on life and all the meanings brought forward and that is prolly what skewed things a bit for me.
