I ask myself; Do i deserve this?
I guess so.. Because why would someone hurt me like this for fun..

I ask myself; Do i deserve this?
I guess so.. Because why would someone hurt me like this for fun..

My words are but stars that I cannot fathom into constellations

I am me. Myself. The only person who can be me IS myself. I wouldn't have it any other way,because no-one can ever be that.Only I can. -Myself

I was born screaming my lungs out and I plan to live my life and die doing exactly the same.

I will continue writing until someone else writes the poem I've been looking for.

Pro-Life!!!

All is well when we think about the last part in our life.

The best part of seeing life is to look on the mirror.

When I was distressed, i count ten numbers and ask the reason why.