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I've always wanted to be a writer. I've had pen to paper for as long as I can remember. However, recently, I am not as inspired as I once was. I desperately want that to change. Writing has always been a source of comfort; that friend of mine I can always turn to when in need ( Read more... )

I can't live this lie anymore. You'd think I'd be used to it, I've lived a million of them. I can't stand him anymore. Little fights seem like such a huge deal. I think, in my mind, I want him to push me away. It will be easier to leave him then. It breaks my heart a little when I think of leaving him because I do still love him. But I have to do ( Read more... )

Things are... going well. Yes, they are going well. But you know me. Always gotta kind something to complain about right? Okay, I'm not really complaining about it. I'm just... disappointed perhaps? Anxious? I dunno... lemme explain ( Read more... )