Under the carpet

The police was called to my house for something I wrote in my personal LJ. Since my writing is passionate, deeply revealing, and very emotional - someone might misinterpret it and call the police on me again. My parents have been scared enough.

So, without further fanfare - this LJ will be set to private entries only unless you all are willing to promise to never call the police on me. I don't know if I could trust you that much.

Closed for a damn fucking long time. Thanks for ruining my writing and the community I built here with this LJ.

I chose the name of underthe_carpet because back when I was a kid, right after the rape - I would often be in class and dissociate and while I was dissociating and my mind was elsewhere, I often stood in the empty room feeling as if I wanted to hide under the carpet, in between the carpet and the floor.

This journal will be a haven for my writings, both prose and poetry, and a tribute to that lonely, lost, scared little girl that had just been raped.

Please, if I know you in real life, don't friend me.  I don't feel comfortable with you reading this.  All others are more than welcome to friend me and read my writing.