..Every night I walk into the shadows that day leaves behind. I stare at the moon. It sits alone-among millions of stars. And I realize, I know how that feels...
Poetry- I Know How That Feels
Bipolar Life- Lifted
..I hate the feeling of inadequacy and failure, at everything. Satan always coming at us through our weakest points. Even those small, unimportant things, like not vacuuming. FAIL...
Authentic Truths 