I'm fine, I am just going to go over here and puke shards of my own pelvis into this bush.

Saw a lost dog sign with a pic of the dog and a little boy hugging it. I'm assuming the kids safe and we're just focusing on the pooch.

In school I was pretty quiet. Kinda shy until my junior year. But at home I was a freak.

My nickname for my mom was 'The Compass.'

They used to beat me up after Sunday School, I used to get beat up... yeah, that's a nice little thank you from Jesus.

I don't hate anyone. I simply block them out using hellish visions in a blind white rage. But if I see them out I'm pleasant.

Sometimes sex is just a way to escape having to talk to that person.