Within two bleak days my entire emotional core would be snuffed out. Causing me to feel like. . . . Continue reading When I’m Ready
Honestly, I believe I’ve had enough of the vicious emotional games that most ghastly men try to play. From the foolish ones, those who think it’s okay for them to behave a certain way. . . .
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Yet again, no response when I reached out to Nicholas. What we once had was powerful and . . . . Continue reading Powerful
I need to record something, because it’s my true feelings. Every time I write in this journal, I make sure that what comes down from my brain and up from my heart exits out my fingers. I’ve done this since day one of my Journal. At the same time I’m terrified to record what I’m about to write, because my new friend reads my journal. The last thing I want to do is frighten him or make him get out of my lane. Continue reading Finally, An Open Heart