It isn’t easy to tear pages off your life and hand them into someone else’s hands. Trusting them to accept. To understand. For me it is a leap, one that I want to take. Finally. I did, however, realize that I will never be able to dedicate words in the most direct of manner. My writing would always be a combination of feelings that I felt due to something that happened in my life. Big or small. Happy or sad. It will in the end be a mere emotion on pages and a memory engraved in my heart .Sometimes words do no justice neither to the feeling or the memory.The aftertaste of sadness is still on the tip of my tongue and I am afraid it’s bitterness would touch those around me. So here is to my first journal entry on the internet and not paper. I hope this courage to write about myself sticks with me for days to come and go.