I hate you-for everytime you hit me,for everytime you've put me or our kids down.I dream about burning you alive one day and running away w/ my beautiful kids.

They will never know it, but they were the only thing that stopped me. I love them too much to think that someone else would have to take care of them.

This is a ghost Orchid but I believe ghosts are real.

I have things pretty good, though I feel overwhelmingly sad a lot, and worse- I've begun to feel hostile. I wish I could figure out these changes in me.

My half brother thinks his father is someone who it really isn't. I know who is real father is, I wish I didn't. I could never tell him and it sucks!