So I might be cheating a little bit. But you know what? I'm the writer so I can…meh… Actually it's just that the last 5 days have gloriously blurred together that I didn't realize it was Saturday until a second ago. The sad part of that? I was awake when Saturday began. So where do … Continue reading Days 35, 36 and 37: Why? Because I can…and because I might be slightly pissed off at myself…
rage
Fuck. This. Noise.
Fuck this noise, screw the shit out of no. We forgot what we fought for, we forgot the children who dreamed for more. I can't doesn't live anymore I'm terrified is too busy choking the hell out of not worth it, too dirty, are we Too many fucking storms, I can't keep up the charade. … Continue reading Fuck. This. Noise.
Faith Taryn Davies 