I forgot to pray, I forgot to pause, think and react. I just went from zero to hundred in a flash. A treat for the little Miss.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think. Niether can I write a poetic description of how i feel. But this is something I have pondered upon for a very long time.

com site your Mama warned you about. Rantings of A Soon-to-be Bride. And Of Sandy Beaches and Pretty Ladies.

Pages and images of imaginations,give me peace. Thoughts and words never break me into pieces. The nib of the pen is connected to every inch of my soul. I crumble and mumble,through pages and prahses. I scatter and gather my thoughts into Poems. I cry and shy when I write something that is close to my soul. I wonder the encounter I had with my dark part,.

I miss being in Portsmouth with my friends. My family have become irritating and put me down a lot.

So far this evening I have drank three quarters a bottle of vodka and cut my stomach and slashed my leg really badly. Why am I the one suffering and in the wrong. Seemingly though going thru his phone is a violating his trust. How about texting prostitutes asking to meet up? By Breathe Deep and Fuck It All.