I was never able to write diary when I was a kid.Always had the greatest intetions of doing it,but life got in the way.
It was hard growing up.I fantasized about the perfect life,where my whole family was together,happy and supportive of one another.
I remember summer.It felt like it was always summer up til I was 10.Then we moved.My life changed in a second.From one day to the other I was nolonger popular,funny or strong.I was nothing.I learned from day one that only whores wore make-up.I wore make-up,I was 10.And I was nobody for them,my new classmates.
I had no friends.Sometimes I did,but not for long.Everyone left after a while.I learned pretty early that Nothing lasts forever,not even a broken heart.You mend,and then they break it again..
I wanted to be like everyone else,but I never fit it anywhere.Anxiety followed me around,and school,that I thought was fun before,started to feel like torture.I failed my classes,sat in my room every nite and listend to Skid Row.
So many times I looked myself in the mirror thinking,One day..One day Ill be strong and Ill stand my ground.I wont take shit from noone,and someone will love me.
My band saved me.When I was 12,I finally had a band.I just wanted to sing and show the world what I can do!
Remember that I wanted to die on stage,be shot on stage while performing.Haha! That was my dream,If I was to die.
And the had to play I remember you by Skid Row at my funeral:)
Anyway,about the diary.For some reason I always felt that my problems and my silly life was to complicated to put down in words.
Maybe I was over reacting?A drama queen in need of some attention.
Now I know better.It was all True.It made me who I am now.Only difference is,now I write songs about it.I found the tool I was looking for.And Im really greatful.
Dont want it to sound like my family is not there,cause they are.My mom and my dad is my life.I had two brothers,but now I dont.
You cant have it all,you win some you loose some.And then you steal some..
Lots of Love
Liny







