I have no pleasure in the stimulants in which I so madly indulge. It hasnt been in the pursuit of pleasure that Ive periled life and reputation, but a desperate attempt to escape the torturing memories, & a sense of insupportable loneliness
When all you can take Engulfs and takes over you Like a huge wave Of salty ocean water. But you make it through. It’s tenacity and harshness has chopped away at your surface
There were a variety of horror stories my mother would share about her first few years with my dad, even long before I was a thought he had put his hands on her . His own sister once told my mom to “stay away from Earl, he is crazy and violent” .
And an unloving, tyrannous, brutal man needs no motive to prompt his cruelty; he needs only the perpetual presence of a woman he can call his own. A whole park full of tame or timid-eyed animals to torment at his will would not serve him so well to glut his lust of torture; they could not feel as one woman does; they could not throw out the keen retort which whets the edge of hatred.
Why does it have to go? Who says he should even know .. I sit back Breathe in and think Of a little bassinet Adorned in pink
One thing about death is you realize all the questions you never asked and all the answers you don't remember.. What was mom's favorite color ?
We've had a long run . Since 14! You've kept me here helped another day pass . But so much shit has happened . This wasn't who I thought i would be .. who am I ?