January 2011
3 posts
There's a stranger in my house.
My place of sanctuary is about to become my place of confinement. I can no longer waste away in peace.
You know, sometimes when I feel like something of...
I think, maybe if I could just, plan out what I could write when I sit down and actually try to release my feelings in the form of words, it would finally work. So when I sit there, putting on a smile even though tears well up when I turn my face away, I think of what I am going to express. What I’m going to write. And how it will be good for me, to release all of this, I don’t even...
taking off pw protect, i don't really care who...