House mates. Two dogs, three guys!

People in glass houses...

*shakes head*

Got'a place. Now need some roomies.

A new start? Where to live.

I wont let those who 'love' me speak to me this way. They say they love me and yet they talk to me as if I were nothing. How can hope flourish in such an environment? It can't. They do nothing but strip hope down piece by piece until there is nothing left but a glimmer of what once was and what should be. A small dot in the darkness, almost dead ( Read more... )

I'll stand alone if I've gotta.

Layer by layer undoing my soul.

Live by admiration, hope and love?

I can not wait for this racing tour to start.

Is sex really that, um...

...important?