Dear God ( Read more... )

Haven’t written on here in a while and as I so often do, I went back read some of my last entries…Boy am I glad to be done with that ( Read more... )

Aside from physical hurt, which I have been fortunate enough to more-or-less avoid in my life, the only person, I have come to realize, that can hurt me is… myself.
Hurt comes from within. And though we say, “He/She hurt me,” we ought to recognize that the hurt was really the result of our reaction to a given situation. Our reactions are now, and ( Read more... )

I'm cutting myself with my own morals ( Read more... )

...and as days go by, the memories remain
I'll wait for you
And days go by, the memories remain
I won't let go.

These days remain the same
Pictures fade away
I hope you never fade.

Have you ever just looked at your hands? Just look at them...taking in with a grave sort of reverence all that they are. Hands only under one influence. Hands manipulated by no one else. Hands capable of clapping, of snapping, of a language all their own. Capable of playing a song, of throwing a ball, of tucking a child in at night, of helping a ( Read more... )

How far back can you remember ( Read more... )

I ache, it's opening my soul ( Read more... )

No matter how hard you fucking try these shots they'll never gonna take me ( Read more... )

Why’d you call me today with nothing new to say ( Read more... )