Im back, im so sorry. Soul, I have been neglecting you. The pen scares me, empty pages dont excite me like they used. So, right now im making myself write. Im not allowed to stop, im not allowed to doddle. So here i am, tapping away at my keyboard. Writing. we have a love hate relationship. I need it, but sometimes i find my words so stale, so ( Read more... )

it was quite tragic really. it sat there, all used and sad. It was this little rubber glove. It had been used, i could tell. It was inside out for the most part. Taken off in the way we had been taught in first aid. There was no visible signs that it had been used. No blood or obvious acid chemicals or anything. It just sat there, lonely ( Read more... )

do i torture myself? cause i am pretty sure i do. i do things for the drama? i need the pain maybe. i need it, i deserve it. i dont deserve to be happy, why would i? what have i done to deserve to be blissfully content and fulfilled ( Read more... )