Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I'm sick of feeling numb
I'm ready to be awake. To live. To see.
So how do I do this? I don't know
Well fuck that sh!t. I'm ready to live, and so I'm choosing to do so.
I'm ready to live, whatever that may look like
Thank you, I needed it.
"You are able and strong
just remember that you
have been thru a lot
worse and gotten thru it...
you always have your family standing with you
and read to catch you if you fall or need our love
to support you and cradle you in our embrace
pray it always helps. Just remember to pray during the good times too. So it isn't only when times are hard. Not do easy to.do
Not so easy to do typo"
I don't get why I keep[ fucking up like this. It makes me sick to my stomach that I know better, and I keep doing worst. Why am i willing to sell my soul to self-destruct? When I'm hurt, I fuel the flames with hate- I spit poison and I can't stop, and now... I'm sunken. I sunk myself. The game is only over because I quit, and knowing this, I'm still read to turn the system off.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
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