the anger and the pain ( Read more... )

we stand back to back under the stars ( Read more... )

"maybe this is how it was supposed to be ( Read more... )

who am I ( Read more... )

its been almost a year now ( Read more... )

its strange, to look back now. when I first moved back home in June, I was not ok. I remember ripping at my arms, cutting, slicing, laughing, bleeding, so drunk that I could have probably died...in my mind, voices, screaming at me, about how I was always wrong, and that the freedom only comes from ending. I kept trying to tell myself, not tomorrow ( Read more... )

I look at these pictures, and in them, memories. Happier times maybe, a better life. At times I wonder if you really are ok, like you say you are, or if that too is a lie. Sometimes, on the other side, things are not even close to how they seem. Either way, I don't think I can ever forgive you, nor do I think I can let you back in my life, if you ( Read more... )

its strange, how fast time goes when you are busy at work. the last couple months seem like just a couple days, after that agonizingly long spring/summer. where do I go from here? that's the real question ( Read more... )

you promised me ( Read more... )

is it sweet insanity ( Read more... )