The End

Hello all. Thanks for taking the time out of your lives over the last year and a bit to learn about mine. Unfortunately life is just to shitty to even find the desire to write and update you guys anymore so I've decided to shutdown the whole blogging part of who I am for now. … Continue reading The End

Who Gon’ Pray For Me? Take My Pain For Me? Save My Soul For Me? ‘Cause I’m Alone, You See

I need to get laid. Not that it would be hard if I put any effort into it whatsoever, but needing and wanting are two completely different things. Swiping right (or whatever way you swipe to choose yes on the infamous app) would be so easy to produce a one night stand. But I've just … Continue reading Who Gon’ Pray For Me? Take My Pain For Me? Save My Soul For Me? ‘Cause I’m Alone, You See

The Scars Of Your Love Remind Me Of Us They Keep Me Thinking That We Almost Had It All

Have you ever loved someone so much it hurts? Physically pains you to think about the sheer amount of emotion you have for them? The desire you have for them to... to just have everything they ever wanted, no matter what it is. You just truly want them to┬ábe happy and to succeed, and you … Continue reading The Scars Of Your Love Remind Me Of Us They Keep Me Thinking That We Almost Had It All

This Life Is Filled With Hurt When Happiness Doesn’t Work Trust Me, And Take My Hand When The Lights Go Out, You’ll Understand

I haven't been on top of my writing, I know. For starters, life has been intense this past while, which I'll try to delve into in a later post. But also, I've been having seizures so often now that I just don't have the energy or strength to write. I'd prefer to spend all my … Continue reading This Life Is Filled With Hurt When Happiness Doesn’t Work Trust Me, And Take My Hand When The Lights Go Out, You’ll Understand

Not ‘Cause She Ain’t Livin’ / And This Here Ain’t A Scrimmage Mothafucka, We Ain’t Finished

This morning I woke up determined to have a good day. Actually that's a lie. I woke up about an hour before my alarm having to pee. So after I used the bathroom and crawled back into bed, Z walked into my room and asked to snuggle. So I pulled her up and tucked her … Continue reading Not ‘Cause She Ain’t Livin’ / And This Here Ain’t A Scrimmage Mothafucka, We Ain’t Finished