If I could, I would, but I can't. . .

Things are different now. It's almost been a year and I am a different person.

I never wanted to admit that.

I was afraid that if I admitted I was different, then you'd never accept me again.

Whether I am the same or different, you don't accept me. Therefore I have decided to accept who I am.

I can't let my future go on like my past.

I've been thinking of November. It's coming. I'm scared.

For this November will haunt me.

I truly wish I could freeze now and never have to see what November will bring.

How could something so wonderful be turned into something so miserable?