I have kept a diary, off and on, since I was about 10 years old. Somehow the older I get, the less time I have to sneak away and record everything. Thoughts, dreams, heartaches, questions, poems, happenings. And when I finally buy that adored, blank book, I don't know where to begin. So much has happened that I can't possibly remember it all, and while I attempt to catch up on the past, the present isn't waiting. That brings me to this little blog. A place I can spill my heart, and be completely honest, and I'm beginning now. If the past sneaks in, so be it, but I have to start now, or I keep losing time. To you, the reader of this candid blog, please don't be offended or judge me. If "Frank" is the male name for honesty, then "Sarah" is for sure the female. I can't help being blunt and open, it's who I am. Or should I say, it's who I am when I feel free to be me.
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