Things are not quite better yet. In fact, things have gotten quite worse ( Read more... )

It’s difficult to know how to feel or more importantly how to think about my current situation. I want to hold a slight bit of hope, but I know better than to hope at this point in my life. I know the consequences of having hope and that’s something I know I cannot afford to do ( Read more... )

"I find it kinda funny. I find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."

tension ( Read more... )

There was a time in my life where I believed I held an understanding for the ways things are. I felt that all things had a purpose, some deep meaning. I know now that I was wrong. I was young and ignorant, and now I sit here, looking back, and with a quiet chuckle I breathe silently and hope only that my next breath comes ( Read more... )

... on a different note... somebody shoot me.
thank you.
that is all.

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It was a hallway if I remember correctly, a dimly blue-grey hue lit hallway. There was three people standing in front of me. Two of these people were conversing with the other. It appeared as if they were providing this third person with comfort. The figured turned and faced me. She walked toward me. Her face is one only a dream can conjure. Her ( Read more... )

A certain amount of irritation in complications that arise in life is expected. However, it is this friction that allows us to grow stronger. It's part of experience, part of being human. Although an excessive amount of complication seems to bring weakness. And it's times like these where I feel my inner strength wain. My knees buckle and I hit the ( Read more... )