"Well, said Nancy, "how about Roger?" Timber: "Rabbit." "Theodore?" "Chipmunk." "John?" "Toilet." "Baby, any name you pick, if those little pests want to tease you, they'll figure something cruel to say...."
My solitude My silence My passion My pain The effort alone it takes to regain The level of quiet is insane I can't stand it... Most days I tell my brain it needs to shut up Stop dwelling on all the ways I messed up Today Yesterday The day before that It's useless I'm just... Continue Reading →