Feeling so distant tonight.
I find I'm learning to auto-censor my thoughts again. I can live with it, I won't die if I don't say what I want to.
Our body fights so hard to keep us alive, and yet, we abuse it day after day.
When I was younger, I had a fantasy;
My world would have nobody else in it.
If people didn't know what love was, would they feel deprived of it?
"She's silently defiant"
Joy was the only one who gave me a hug every morning so that I would face the day without fear.
Ice cream, fudge and cookies = mudpie!
"She has to be baptised, do you want her to go to hell?"
I find I'm learning to auto-censor my thoughts again. I can live with it, I won't die if I don't say what I want to.
Our body fights so hard to keep us alive, and yet, we abuse it day after day.
When I was younger, I had a fantasy;
My world would have nobody else in it.
If people didn't know what love was, would they feel deprived of it?
"She's silently defiant"
Joy was the only one who gave me a hug every morning so that I would face the day without fear.
Ice cream, fudge and cookies = mudpie!
"She has to be baptised, do you want her to go to hell?"
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