Thursday, 10:09 p.m.   Glass Threads Break When Stepped On things that sound pretty in my brain come out ugly and twisted in the world. Just like me. I didn't want to come out into the world. I was two weeks late and they gave mum drugs to induce me so that there would be no c-section when I got too big. They forced me into this world. And it's not like I asked. I didn't go up to God and say "I pick them. I want to be their daughter. I want to live this life." I didn't go to my parents and say, "You need me in your life, may I be born please?" I didn't put a want ad in the paper saying "parents wanted to bring me to life." But it happened. And it's not so bad. And it's better than most. Lucky effing me.