People are tenacious when it comes to their imaginary independence. They hoard and hold their sickness with a firm grip. They find their identity and worth in their brokenness and guard it with every ounce of strength they have

• March 28, 2009 • 1 Comment

Screw You Cupid….

• February 15, 2009 • 2 Comments

If I was a cutter I’d be bleeding…

• February 3, 2009 • 2 Comments

She said don’t take forever… he replied for you I promise I won’t, I’d never

• January 2, 2009 • Leave a Comment

For just one moment…

• December 31, 2008 • 2 Comments

View from the Top compared to the View from the bottom

• December 29, 2008 • Leave a Comment

A Post Through Letters

• December 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Write On…

• December 18, 2008 • 1 Comment

Last night…

• December 17, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Limbo

• December 16, 2008 • Leave a Comment