NBurnett.

What a lie, what a lie, what a god damn lie, this life.
This isn't the diary of just a girl,
this isn't the diary of the sad.
This isn't the diary of the hopeless,
forgotten or mad;
this is the book of which I've lived and continue to live each day.
These are the things that come to mind when I'm locked away.
Ask me anything, i don't bite.   Submit