You didn’t create a warrior within me. I was a warrior before you met me. You’ve created a fucking monster. To all other potentials out there, just leave me alone. For the rest of my life.
If I remember correctly, I made it 2 hours shy of my destination on one hour of sleep – Duluth, MN. That’s with a stop over in Chicago to visit Apple Vacations, btw. In rush hour traffic. Trust me. I remember that. My God, even my father couldn’t pull such a feat! How the fuck? […]
I went camping once in a year and a half, and I ended up in mental institutions for 5 months. That’ll teach me to have fun next time. I shudder at the thought of what spending time in a haunted asylum this weekend will do to me.
I don’t know why I bother with anything anymore. It’s just pointless. Why I even renewed this blog is beyond me. The silence is deafening. I’m going to pack my bags, I think. At least that’s how I feel right now. Just talked to my mom about the trauma endured over the last half year […]
If I didn’t dream, my heart wouldn’t break wide open everyday. If I couldn’t remember, I’d be packing my bags and on my way. “Tis only temporary,” they say. “Sometimes, temporary is a very long time,” she replies.