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!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Not so hopeless?

A month of absolute fucking hell

Perhaps a ray of sunlight has been seen

Not quite ready to grasp the hope too strongly

Want to believe but waiting to see it happen

Give it a week...




And if so, hard work means fuck all

It still comes down to who you know!

Posted by Ted at 11:20 pm

1 comment:

FindingHeart said...

Dang, sister, I gotta catch you online. Sorry Hell sought you out so harshly. Look for the brightspots, except for the sun, that's way to bright. ;)

4:12 am, October 06, 2007

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