Hazardous Material

A public diary of sorts.
A collection of letters to different people, some of which I could never say, some of which I hope will be found here.
Unrelated diary entries with real glimpses into my severe mental illness. 
Lamentations of a childhood stolen from me in place of abuse and having to grow up too fast.
Please enjoy. 
Please be kind. 

Everything here is true.

I'm not a writer, don't have high expectations. This is just an emotional outlet.

All I want is to be loved and understood.

Maybe one day I can just email this page to a therapist and save myself a whole lot of talking.