I've haunted this site since my young teenage years - spilling the words my soul can't keep in. Thank you for existing here with me; you have saved my life.
I feel old, made ancient by too many experiences in not enough time to hold them, "butter scraped over too much bread". Speak to me, I listen well. Hear me and listen if you can - these are the words of my soul.
In stories of suicide, I’m no sure who plans harder, the one intending to die, or the one who has to survive their loved one’s death.
1 month ago
The horrible truth is that the worst for us often holds the most power, for it will not let go.
2 months ago
"The best stories are those where the end is not apparent from where it begins. Revel in unpredictability, embrace ambiguity, be patient with uncertainly, and forgive freely. This is your chance. This is your journey. Don't give it up to fear."