I'm not so sure. After the year I have had I'm not so sure I believe that. You see with everything that's happened, I sometimes find myself wishing I never loved you. Wishing I never fell for your charm, your smile. God damn you with that smile that haunts my dreams and some of my… Continue reading Is it really better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?
I'm trying so hard to mend the broken pieces of me. It feels like no matter what I do I can't. Like every time I take a few steps forward my heart rips me ten steps back. I'm not sure how much longer I can go on feeling so conflicted in my heart. Sometimes I… Continue reading When?
Some nights she lies awake, proud of all the steps she's taken. Staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face, amazed at how much she accomplished on her own. And she sleeps soundly, knowing she's in a great place and she did it on her own. Then there's nights she lays awake for… Continue reading Dreams feel real while we’re in them.
I've spent most of this year learning to be patient. It wasn't easy and to be honest I'm pretty sure I'm still learning. It's not easy and I don't really like it but the point is I'm trying. I'm trying to do what's best for my children and I. To be honest, making decisions terrifies… Continue reading “Sometimes the shit life throws at me gets a bit heavy…”
I must have really been a horrible person in my past life. I mean I must have been completely horrid. I have been dealt a pretty shitty hand at this thing called life and I thank God for my children because if I'm completely honest with myself, if I didn't have them I wouldn't have… Continue reading Until then…
From the headline it looks as if this post will be about me expecting people to grow up and get on my level. Like it's going to be a post with me bitching about someone bothering me or putting me down. That's not what this is about. It's about me getting back to where I… Continue reading Getting on My Level
Panic For twenty years I've lived my life taking needles to my arms legs and fingers daily. Several times a day in fact. No. I'm not a heroin addict or a crack head. I'm a Type I Diabetic. I do not choose to take a needle to my flesh. I do not wish to walk… Continue reading God is Good All the Time.