To the Man who could never love me, I have to hate you, I have to write the script that makes you the villain. It’s my duty to kill your character before you end mine. Maybe, deep down you do care, and like me, you too, are trying to fine some glimpse of hope that… Continue reading To Be Happy.
My throat is closing up. My body is shutting down, and there is nothing I can do to stop this ticking clock. The pain is laying over this house in a thick mist of doubt and anguish. We wake, and spend the morning painting our faces on, we act as if we have found some… Continue reading Broken Home.