You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our heads.
Make it my fault, win the ( Read more... )

It's been a while. But hell, this is sort of my last resort as it is ( Read more... )

Five months on and I still miss her every single day.

It's worse when I'm drunk.

I try to help Kiersten along. But... I don't know how much I can do...

I love you, Shellae.

Is it lonely there, up on your throne, Mitch ( Read more... )

So... Much.

RAGE.

So... Much... BULLSHIT.

Words... Wrong. FUCK. YOU.

Argh!

Aggravated.

So. Very. Aggravated.

Where's the justice? Where's the honor?

Where's the karma.

I'm doing what I can, Shellae. But it's so very difficult.

Confused, belated, altruistic, exhausted, ready for change ( Read more... )

My sister died tonight ( Read more... )

Hello old friend.

Welcome back.

Take a seat, make yourself at home.

I see this session lasting quite a long time.

Alright, I cross-posted this Facebook, so most of the people there are on here anyway... But I'm hoping. Grasping at straws ( Read more... )