the first time i was left home alone as a child i nearly had a panic attack. My parents left while i was asleep, and lucky me woke up from a nightmare to find that they weren't in the house. i ran to the bathtub with my favorite stuffed dog and cried my eyes out for about what seemed like hours until they got home. they found me shaking and crying ( Read more... )

the most valuable thing that someone stole from me was my ability to trust.
it's hard for me to trust anyone anymore. I try to, but it is very difficult when that trust is broken again.

maybe i just need new friends.

or none at all

Who Am I?

Am I living?
Am I dying?
Am I thinking?
Am I confusing?
Am I clear?
Am I invisible?
Am I sinful?
Am I harsh?
Am I pretty?
Am I ugly?
Am I sincere?
Am I caring?
Am I soul-less?
Am I emotionless?
Am I trusting?
Am I paranoid?

What should I do?

Should I live?
Should I die?
Should I care?
Should I cry?
Should I run?
Should I fly?
Should I dare?
Should I run?
Should I ( Read more... )