An Experiment in Truth

I have to make it through I tell myself.  I have to get through this.  By why?  Why do I tell myself that? Because it's what's expe...

My old roommate came to stay.  We have a joke that we're not boyfriends.  I don't have any kind of romantic love for him.  He's ...

To the boy who sat there slowly stroking my hair for an hour and a half without saying a word, because he could tell my head was giving me s...

Go away.  Just... Stop.  Just like that.  It'd be nice wouldn't it.

I know it's hard to tell how mixed up you feel, hoping what you need is behind every door; each time you get hurt I don't want you t...

I'm just putting this out there, any crazed psycho murders wanna turn up in my bedroom overnight, I'm game.  For real. Just saying....

You probably know I pick my words very carefully.  My choice of one word over another is usually intentional, reasoned, planned. 'Surv...