Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Monday, August 30, 2004

Being

My entire reason for being

The reason I've kept myself going

The incentive to get out of bed each day

The one that made me realise the true meaning of love and life

The one that has taught me more than any other could even imagine

Yet I still FUCK UP!

Posted by Ted at 6:45 pm

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