Pay no attention to my complaints. This is one of the best decisions I ever made.
Keep calm and...feel G-d's mysterious presence within the chaos?
How come the people I love most trigger me to behave so bad? What oh-so-sensitive buttons are these relationships pushing?
I have yet to find an answer. But I want to try.
It was naive to think that by being more religious I could make the painful situation go away.
My writing tends towards intimate self-disclosure. It's exhilarating, terrifying, and dangerous for me. I hope it promotes growth and change.
I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
I act like a nervous lunatic when I encounter people who upset me in the past. Maybe I should calm down and see them as fodder for an adventure.
Nothing would change. It would stay cold forever. I would be lost forever. Nothing would change. Except for her, this flower, from green to pink, a glorious three day peak when unfolded, you could breath her in three inches away. Sweet. Even in the rain.