I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.

Actually I don't know if honesty is a strength or some kind of weakness.

I know my mind is made of matter but I need to know exactly what is the matter at it's core? Because my heart is just a muscle and simply put, it's sore.

The bathroom mirror has not budged, the woman who lives there can tell the truth from the stuff they say and looks me in the eye- says do you prefer the easy way? No? Well ok then, dont cry.

Love isn't over when the sheets are stained.

I always wanted to be commander-in-chief of my one-woman army, But I can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour.

Privilege is a headache, that you don't know that you don't have.