So who am I to have an About Page? OR How I Wrote My First Blog Post. Who, What, When, Where, How and Why. I have a lot of trouble with pictures. Probably because I have not taken the time to search into the instructions; I just sort of wing-it, then when I have had enough blundering through I check the How-To and discover some little detail for the first time. Here I am going to insert a photo.

Oh the fans and their fiction! February 23, 2015.

Some bitter, Some sweet and everything in between. Every once in a while. Of the canvas with rainbow colors. Which we paint, so dearly. Give it a look; a chance. I know I have to learn it but, every time you begin to fade away, it causes my heart to flutter.

Your silence will not protect you. Liquid runs through my bony fingers and drips to the floor it feels warm in my hands and heavy i try to hold it steady as it continues to beat as it continues to pound in my fragile hands which pull it towards my chest and i feel it throb against my body ignoring the fluid drizzling down. Allowing this heart to warm me up. I slept poorly the night after I posted this.

Middot; Life and Adventures.

In Writing Challenges and Prompts. More than anything I want to be loved and love others. I struggle with feeling loved. Knowing it and feeling it are two vastly different things. I write to try to help myself feel. Love is my goal in life. Without love, what is life? Love is what matters. I write for love, to love, and with love. I want to grow my faith.

A directory of wonderful things. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Follow These Sacred Scars on WordPress. When she closes the door on the day. And locks herself away from all the. Drama and all the hate, she would love. To tell you how empty she feels inside. How bleak and black are her thoughts. Slowly she is smothering under.

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What do you get when you add stressful academic systems, nosy parents, over-achieving friends and the fear of not being good enough to someone who thinks too much? Simple. 8220;Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. This blog, is my mask. And boy have I got a lot to tell.