I'm almost a lot of things,
But almost doesn't count for much,
"We fall in love with people who don’t love themselves,
maybe because we think we could be someone’s missing piece. Perhaps that’s narcissistic, to think we are another individuals antidote for existence, and perhaps it’s the all too human need to be needed."
Until then, I'm...
Getting older by the hour.
A Make-shift fortune teller.
|Poetry||2011-10-03||What We've Become|
|Poetry||2012-03-06||Eat My Heart|
|Poetry||2012-03-16||Drink the Hate?|
|Poetry (Reflective)||2013-11-26||Degenerate Generation|
|Poetry||2013-11-29||A Girls Best Friend|
|Poetry (Depressed)||2014-04-26||A Jumble of Consciousness to Edit|
|Poetry (Reflective)||2017-08-31||Not All Change Is Good|