I would give anything for the relief of
an unbelievably fresh, sleek, sharp razor blade...

The plague of the USA.
At the Giant Eagle checkout...

I want to be completely alone,
my husband and children gone...

I feel like the pain I have been waking up with
since they “removed” my cancer...

My own ignorance is my life’s greatest...
I am torn between two perspectives...

You held my tears in your hands,
and tipped my chin upward to meet your eyes...

I've never done this,
and I don't know if I'll be alone for it...

Like the way anorexia starved my brain,
and slowed down my world...

I smell it in your expression,
I taste it in your body language...

When your spirit is feeling heavy
and the liquor makes you sad...

The first night I slept without you
I wept...

I’m sorry for my depressing posts.
Usually I’m more inspired...