Swinging from the stars and taking moon beams home in a jar

....you come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly

I cant control how Im preceved I can only control how Im presented

It is easy to kill a man but much harder to kill a mans spirit!

No one has totale and complete control

Im so confused...I like what I want and want what I like...but I never get what I want.......

The pain inside consumes the best of me and eats me a live!

His standards and taste sure have declined. I was much better in so many ways

The thought of you makes my blood boil, my stomach churn and my hands shake with disgust!

Let me out of this HELL HOLE you call my MIND!