What I’m really upset about is rarely what it looks like.
Why are victims of identity theft repeatedly treated like criminals while the real criminals suffer no consequences?
My inner child is 3 years old, quiet, and trusts no one. She’s madder’n hell at the world, and she expresses that anger through art.
I’m sorry I cannot cryfor you. I’ve tried, but the tears won’t come. Each of you another oneof those acceptable lossesthat fearful men embracebecause they refuse to face their selfish cruelty. If only we dared annihilate all this hate,could we have changed your fate?As I write these wordsthe tired old arguments heardafter every mass shooting […]
I have worked on this post for over a week. These are some personal thoughts about my journey with mental illness.
We welcome Buffalo to the club no one wants to join.
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Soon I will be dining on mine.
If he read this he’d know it’s about him… but he could care less what I have to say.
I love dirt. Always have. Always will.