Complex is an understatement
At times it seems to me that we humans can be so greedy, selfish, wanting, needing. We tell ourselves that we're deserving. That we should change or improve what we don't like. To better oneself. We take and take, and it's often time's way more than what we need. What if we just try to [..more..]
I was alright
Until I wasn't. It's hard to admit that you're not alright even though I want to keep telling myself that I will be. I'm lonely in my marriage, although I always have my children around I never talk to anyone around my age. Expect family and they are far too judgmental to tell anything to. [..more..]
Why is mimicry important?
Mimicry helps
Don’t feed the monkeys
That's what they said. But boy do I love entertaining the animals. So, I foolishly stuck my hand in the cage. That animal did what most cornered one's do and scratched me. The scratch was deep, painful, and hurt. I just feel so weak when it comes to these monkeys. I cleaned out the wond [..more..]
The great embrace
You should know I don't need you I don't need false hopes I'm trying to fix myself I don't need to hear the truth I already know it I don't need you comments, sympathy, or sorrys I don't need to understand you and you truly don't want to understand me I was looking for a [..more..]
Back
It's difficult to want help. It becomes even harder to actually get it. I'm so hard on myself. I feel shameful and weak when I see how much hurt, pain and emptiness is in me. Yesterday was challenging, I cried hard most of the morning. To the point where I became exhausted the rest of [..more..]
My dad my hero
My Dad is my real hero because he is one of the most special people in my life. He is a very cook. He works at LG. At weekends he loves to cook. During the weekdays he spends time by working hard in the office. He is one of the top-ranked employees in his company [..more..]
Ok
You’re the son of the devil, I’m the daughter of the head angel. We’ve been dating for a while. When both our dads have to go to a conference, you come over. Once you’re asleep in my bed, I get up, grab my sketchbook and pencil and sit in my windowsill to look outside. A [..more..]
my story
since I was a little girl I always thought life was easy and that everything was a faire tale but then some weird and nasty crab happened and by then nothing was the same I always was an A student but since forth grade everything changed. I was made fun of at school. I dint [..more..]
my story
since I was a little girl I always thought life was easy and that everything was a faire tale but then some weird and nasty crab happened and by then nothing was the same I always was an A student but since forth grade everything changed. I was made fun of at school. I dint [..more..]