Personal Thoughts & Conversations
If Wishes Had Wings Love Would Go There to Die
Do Not Praise Me I Am Not An Impossible Thing
sometime in July i let the hair on my head keep growing now i have headaches
Before The World Was Sick I Was Sick
To The Unsatisfied Journalist
I Want to be Held till My Anxiety Goes to Sleep
Notes of Reflections on Grief
My Relationship With Death
It all begins with an idea.
everything god requires of me, i require of god.
do you think i am broken just because i do not yell, or i do not yell just because i am broken
