My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I’m ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you’re frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.
I wish to get you out of my veins, but you are my third skin; I can’t rub you off.
Forget the pain and the one who caused it, but not the lesson you learnt.
Helping other people can be a cure not just for those who are in need, but for your soul as well.
Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.
It is through our pain that we emerge.
Dear lover, pull my ears and not my legs for it is better to be cautioned than to be lied to.
Never complain, proclaim positive-words.
Then, you will possess the divine grace for a change situation.
I tried cutting myself to express my heartbreak over Tommy (Lord Flood) rejecting me, but OMFG it hurts like flaming fuck.