I've haunted this site since my young teenage years - spilling the words my soul can't keep in. Thank you for existing here with me; you have saved my life. |
The antithesis of my love makes their...
and their identity is not the hate I would expect...
Do not ask me to live.
You alone...
Where to plant, I cannot guess,
these tired, wayward feet...
Nausea in my chest,
like the butterflies...
I am your shield,
against the world...
In stories of suicide, I’m no sure who plans harder, the one intending to die, or the one who has to survive their loved one’s death. |
The horrible truth is that the worst for us often holds the most power, for it will not let go. |
"The best stories are those where the end is not apparent from where it begins. Revel in unpredictability, embrace ambiguity, be patient with uncertainly, and forgive freely. This is your chance. This is your journey. Don't give it up to fear." |