I regret writing everything I have written here. I realized back then that I was being melodramatic, and as I look back, I feel this gut wrenching cringe with how melodramatic I was. That being said, ...

Do your legs shake up or down or side to side whenever you're around others? Try finding a song- a really, really good song that you enjoy, and listen to it a lot. Don't listen to it 24/7, or you will...

She of poem one, a truly interesting vibe Tomorrow may be the day- based on what I have analyzed

Back at home, there were no four seasons- there were only the dry, and the wet. Now, haunted my the sweet memory of the currently absent rain, my soul aches dearly. The sweet patter of droplets striki...

It was night. A black night, painted red with blood. The buzzing in his ears from the gunshots reminded him of his alarm clock,

How unique they are, the doors to the soul Such a protected commodity, as proven by human pain receptors

Same old place, the chapel building they require us all to go to regardless of what our religious beliefs are. Well, at least these Nazarenes don't preach about how horrible homosexuality is anymore.

It was just another day. Well, night, I guess. Around seven p.m to be specific.