My grandfather punished my by putting me in his darkroom (he was a photographer)in the basement.. i still remember the smell and the words spoken.

Red sky at night, tells a secret in words spoken ages ago. But the Red sky in the Morning is the one that that gives warning. Pray for those at sea.

Your mom died. Drugs took over you and you were too late to say good bye. There is so much i want to yell at you for. But your my aunt.

moving on today because you are not into me enough but I love you so much and I am in so much pain that I want to call it off.wish you could give me more suppor

I hate myself for everything that I am and I want to be different but don't have the courage to change it. I cry myself to sleep at night thinkin about my kids