Day by day I pick away almonds every one till none remain and the mix is plain again. The almonds cast upon the mound do mount very tall indeed, yet go unnoticed by friend and foe and everyone in between. So am I the one who careless fraught with oversight? Surely y’all aren’t blameless in creating this dismal plight.
I DID IT!
I completed NaNoWriMo!
I feel like one of those pirates of the Caribbean. I have thirsts I can’t quench. An appetite I can’t satiate. Feeling so strong yet unfelt. While I exist I am hollow. I am filled with a thousand promises, not one will bear fruit. The deception of something more has filled me beyond my limit. I am overstreched. Walls give way to the pressure, I no longer wish to fight.
End this life.
Billions of women in the world, but not one wants to be with me…
Women aren’t objects, yet they want to be objectified
I’m starting to think Stockholm syndrome is how a majority of relationships start. Girls don’t want someone to treat them right, they want to be swept off their feet, thrown in a van, locked in a dark room where upon they are starved and tortured…I swear
I need a decoder ring I swear
Doesn’t any one see the potential in me? I’m only human; I need love too
Loneliness is worse than physical pain
Need someone to love and be loved by