I want someone to tell me what you'd do to me. I'm needing some release and hoping a man can help
I learn things - about myself, about you.
I wanted to say something you could not possibly understand.
I wanted to say something, but it was too obvious.
Nervous as hell, still I'm able to do 70% of the things I want to do.
Reality became too real.
"Please make your story longer".
Why did you have to ruin it...did it happen yesterday or 10 years ago?
One step foward and eight steps back.
You have no idea how much I long for you, do you?...I miss you so much...
It's always the little things.
Everything just keeps rushing by, I am a spectator of my own life.
Everyday I have some kind of epiphany about understanding my life but I never really do
I don't understand life, but it doesn't seem to matter.
My life is like swimming against the current of an ocean and then wondering why i'm tired.
my life is pretty awesome, just slightly ****** up.
completely insane, but someone has to do the dirty work
There's too many pieces of the broken chandelier to put back together.
My parents look at me in disappointment, my brother looks at me in embarrassment, my girlfriend saw me as a distraction, I gave her a nonchalant reaction, but I'm hurting inside...
I really don't understand my life...today I am enjoying it.
It was always supposed to be this way like destiny to **** up
Never happy for to long...
Revisiting painful memories from the past...on another site...trying to rebuild myself.
Why do I have to jump on every feeling??
Time is NOT on my side right now, but good forces are.
It was just so out of place...like a dog barking in a room full of people...people...and nothing but people.
So you want to write a book but you're having trouble starting out. Maybe I can help.
Starting out: Starting a story is difficult. There is no easy way of making an opening to the...
My whole life I read books. All kinds of books, lots of books.. I would get lost in them. I love books!
I've always wanted to write one that would help people but I never had a...
The year of my 15th birthday I believe was the start of my journey. Back then I didn?t quite no much about myself Iived in an abusive home with one sibling. My parents divorced and...