The first page of my newest chapter...

Ok, so that title is a little cheesy, but whatever. I liked it.

Yesterday was my first day of classes at the University of Utah. And it was amazing. It was more than I could have ever hoped for. I felt at home and, aside from the time I got lost in the library, comfortable with my surroundings and the people around me.

Now this is probably because I am a Musical Theater major, but the whole day felt like a party. I went to Ballet, (we didn't dance, but it was still fun) and I spent time in the library, pouring over the Shakespeare section, and I went to First Year Acting, which really was a party because we just got to play games. It was perfect.

That first day made me so excited for the future. I am ready for it and I can't wait.

It is not fair...or ok...

I am not a perfect person. I tell little lies sometimes, but I never lie about things that are big or important. And I would never say something happened, when it didn't. I would never say that I was hurt or molested or such if it didn't happen. And people that do say things like that make it harder for those who have actually gone through it to get help and heal. It is not fair for you to say things like that just for attention or help. Not only that but it is extremely offensive and hurtful to those people who have suffered. If you need help, tell the truth. Express what the real reason you need help is. You don't need to lie or make up stories. And people that I know that are doing this...I am sorry. I am sorry that you feel you need to. And I am sorry that you feel you not only need to make up stories but that you need to exploit those stories to get attention. You obviously are hurting for some reason and I hope that you can solve that without telling stories that are not true.