When we feel most rejected all we want is love. Maybe its why spouses cheat or go back to abusive partners.

I use to keep this journal updated for friends to see. It was part journal and part social network. Kind of how Suicide Girls was for me back years ago. I think it's time for an LJ revival. This time I intend to use it to write down thoughts that are mine. I don't mind for them to be read by others, but more over, don't want to assault the ( Read more... )

My heart is too big and I've lied too much ( Read more... )

I rarely feel like I need to write in this anymore. Perhaps I should, and I mean more than whiney stuff. But I need to get this last bit out because I'm positively bursting ( Read more... )

There is something beautiful in the air; burning down the fortress was a tragedy but rebuilding the walls gave me hope and strength, for something better. I have not found that just yet, but I know its coming. its darkest before the dawn, today its getting brighter.

A decision lay before me and I'm not sure what to do.

Give up 5 years and know I'll be safe or try to swim in stormy waters...I sincerely don't have my answer yet.

Its been an interesting week. I found going through old photos only gets harder over time. Granted I am really happy that the hard disk recovery saved a ton of data but getting the pictures reorganized onto the external was a bit tough ( Read more... )

In regards to the title (see below ( Read more... )

The witching hour nears.

Aimlessly I walk down a path etched out, not minding the other roads I may take. I stay my course. I find beauty in solitude but at times I miss the company, the person that suggests we together should take another path and not walk the one we currently stand on. Instead as I walk with beauty I find I am cold and the fog is not my friend ( Read more... )