Depression, Suffering And Anger Are All Part

Women Always Put Men First. That's How Everything Got So Screwed Up.

What Can I Say About Life? Do I Praise It For Letting You Live, Or Damn It For Allowing The Rest?

Isn't It Funny.i'm Enjoying My Hatred So Much More Than I Ever Enjoyed Love. Love Is Temperamental. Tiring. It Makes Demands. Love Uses You, Changes Its Mind. But Hatred, Now, That's Something You Can Use. Sculpt. Wield. It's Hard, Or Soft, However You Need It. Love Humiliates You, But Hatred Cradles You.

When I Start Writing, My Unconscious, My Conflicts, My Thoughts All Start To Come Up. So For Me, Writing Is An Exploration. I Never Know How My Stories Will End.

Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My Scars Were My Face, My Past Was My Life.