She’s Ash.

I know I am different. You don’t have to tell me. I am sorry some of these words aren’t censored, but I am simply trying to get my life back. Don’t you get it?

The girl you used to know is ash.

These snippets of my life, my real life, aren’t censored. For that, I am sorry. If you are offended, I understand if you don't want to read this. But, I don’t have the capacity to wrap my pain up in a nice bow so that you feel better. Because, I am in pain. A lot of it.

That might mean nothing to you. And, that is okay.

But, if you are going to read…you should know, the story isn’t pretty. It’s confusing, it’s digusting. It is painful, it’s real.

And, keep it mind: She was burned to ash.