A safe place

My life is a series of letters to myself. A pile of notes. At the end of diary misty marie kleinman reads a note that says if your in jail we've failed again. Does anyone feel this way? Like we are living the same life twice and that we've gotten the note that said go back, try again next time. Do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars. I was reading my myspace blog today and i thought it was a safe place for us. for all of us lost broken kids. We could start there and scream, or project what was making us hurt. Between the good and the bad things i've lost my voice. My photos are in my oppion a strong voice but nothing like me standing here stripped down in front of my computer. Im searching for my voice again. This blog unlike the ut blog is the truth, this is not buisness this is my voice. this is the strength im searching for.