And you are My light, in this dark room I find myself in All too often. This room, I’ve lived here all my life. Not knowing. I’ve feared truth And love And life. Until you. I’m not ashamed It took another To see my own worth. Only because it was you.
Oh, its mothers day? I don’t care, the day does not apply to my life whatsoever.
I’m not happy.
Holy hell I’m going crazy. I can’t take this shit. Fuck work.
Even after his shirts are washed, they still smell like him. And its the only thing that put a smile on my face today. ::ECJ::
One day, I’ll be able to look at myself.
I’m just so tired. Not physically, but spiritually. I just sit in silence, let the sadness crash its waves apon my heart, stabbing me. But, I have no blood.
I miss my eloquence. I know its just under the surface.
I fucking hate folding laundry.
Feeling so empty already. It’s too early not to give a shit.
I have a serious infatuation with cabins. And my only real dream is to own one someday.