RogueShadowAngel

I made a promise years ago to myself. I would make others happy, if I couldn't be. The thing is… I want to be happy. I want to soar and not just flutter on broken wings. I know my wings are ripped apart, bloodied by battles. The emotional wounds and scars I have carry heavy on me, even now. I don't think I could ever forget them… but I can at least forgive I think. Not for those who hurt me…. No not for them. For me, because I want to be happy. I don't need to be famous. I would like to be an author… but I already am. I realized that dream a long time ago. I am an author, I write my own stuff all the time.