Sometimes I wonder who I'm trying to reach when I write. Myself? People like myself? Someone to validate my existence and tell me I'm good enough to carry on? I'm not sure I have any idea. All I know is that I feel driven to share what moves through me, in whatever way I can.... Continue Reading →
Am I a sociopath? Or just traumatized? Do I really care either way? I like what I like I want what I want I know what I know Would knowing the origin Of what, who, why I am Change anything Or would it only make me feel Wrong For being what, who, why I am?... Continue Reading →
The. Stories. Are. Lies. You are worthy. You are beautiful. You are so incredibly lovable. There is not another person like you in the entire world.