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I hate him. I can't get him out of my head, and I can't stand it. He used me. Hurt me. And I just simply allowed it to happen. Like a stupid little b*..
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Everything is fake. Nothing is real anymore. It's pathetic really. We walk around pretending we give a s**t, when in all realityall we care about..
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Every morning I awake to this nightmarish boredom, and most mornings it was an accepted reality to my depressing and semi defective life.I knew I need..
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It has become increasingly annoying that I don't get to spend time with my son when I would like too. Not that I was the greateast mother in the world..
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Nothing better than a warm January Saturday where you can sit outside on your porch, finish a cigarette in your Pajamas and wait for your son like a f..
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When will you
see that
I am
Just a girl
with a troubled
past,
Hoping to avoid the
Pain
the strain
and the thrill that we know
Will be ours
..
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The clock read 6:54, the early evening of November 12 2010, and I was sitting under the fluorescent lights of the family room at Cardinal Care Hospita..
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The sky was full of stars, and the moon was the fullest I had ever seen. You would have never guessed it was November, so warm with a gentle breeze th..
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In anticipation of The Magician's arrival,I showered and dressed in
the only other outfit other than night wear I had. Which wasn't a bad
thing, i..
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