Scream

I wanted to scream.  Loudly and with much gusto.  But do you know what I discovered?  I can't scream.  My voice appears to be broken in more ways than one.

P.S.

I know this is for a reason, but I am in awe of my reaction right now...I am happy and hopeful, but terrified that I will mess things up.  This step means more to me for some reason, and it's just making me raw.

Go figure.

I lied.  I didn't mean too...in fact, I meant what I said and believe what I said...all of the things that came out of my mouth from my brain were true.
 
It was my heart, the lying bastard.  My heart lied to me.  And in it's trickery, it led me to believe that I felt something entirely different than I actually did.
 
Let's see if it can work itself out of this one.