I have so many posts started in my drafts. Half written, but it all feels meaningless. Whats the point in this existence? Not a single person cares to do anything when we need immediate action. Its now reaching temperatures of freezing at night and I throw up everything I eat. My stomach is always bloated…
GO FUND ME. FUNDRAISER FOR SAFETY & SECURITY Even the safest home always had someone around to hurt me and make my safety feel nonexistent. But now that home is gone too. All my cries of fear and cries for help from my pain have been ignored. No packing besides what had already been packed…
Its Time to Keep Living Once upon a time we must have been star crossed lovers. A different lifetime ago. We must of had some horrible conflict. Our souls could not forgive. Then in this lifetime you found me. My heat was closed. Celibate, learning to love my self. My life soon exploded as if…
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