Not Much
I’m not an artist. I’m not a genius. I’m not studious. I’m not funny. I have limitless potential, though…potential for things that I can’t even fathom. No one can, in fact, and it’s all because of society. What’s determined of who someone is can only be legitimized through society, anyway. I’m not a poet. I’m [..more..]
09-01-12(15:29:33)
I am angry. mad. disappointed. FRUSTRATED. I love my life but I am reviled with myself. It’s something I cannot seem to fathom. I’m in constant dialogues with myself BUT I know it just makes me more closed. sad. depressed. Reasons for this? I am not really sure. BUT MAYBE… 1) A biological father who [..more..]
22-08-11(3:38:11)
Some time ago a dear friend of mine said…all men are pigs. Most just want a mommy to take care of them with one benefit they wouldn’t fathom with their own dear mum. I thought, well surely not ALL men can be pigs. Well I stand corrected. And I truly believe that her words of [..more..]