Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.
Anger is easier than forgiveness.
Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.
It's just so hard to feel good, you know?
How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe