An old promise has been kept. Let's see what happpens.

Nothing can hide from the eyes of God, all who seek will find.
For no man can always hold secret, the contents of his mind.
All-seeing eye.

On days like today, I wonder if Demons can kill Angels.

It's been too dark out lately, harder to be upbeat when it is.

What is it about Sundays that makes me so angry?

I'm getting this odd feeling that my brother's recent threats of "I'll kill you in your sleep" are something more than the kidding banter we've shared of a similar manner in the past ( Read more... )

I'm feeling hate today.

Dear Mother,

Where's the Shellie I know? The one whose judgment I can't question because I know in the end you are right? She's not been here, clearly. You've chosen now to depart and take a stand for how Steven's problems disrupt your life and bother you and all that. I sympathize, I do. I wish I could help, I know it's hard on you and I know it ( Read more... )

Sundays after vacations are always depressing.

This one's no different.

Dramafuckingllama followed us here. I am so FUCKING SICK of this bullshit.

God damnit, Steve has to grow the fuck up.

Oh, and happy fucking Easter.