"But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?" - Death by a thousand cuts. TS. I often doubt my own ability to rip the pages out. To slam the book shut on those memories. But goodbyes were never my thing.
Confessional PT 2: Bar Chronicales
Hello and welcome or welcome back to another stormy night in the shire. How are you all doing? I’ll be honest I’m yet again writing this post day of, and I was worried I wasn’t going to get it out - I’ve been swamped being back to the “chronically ill grind” as some might say.... Continue Reading →
Confessional: That time I lied to mom and dad. *Gasps*
How about a change in pace? A new series or something? A comedic relief so to speak. The title could change but it's all I got right now if we're being honest. Speaking of being honest. As the name suggests this series I'm going to be confessing. And boy have I got a story for... Continue Reading →
The end.
You tell them we’re sisters. Best friends, but sisters. Turn around and give me a lap dance, make me feel things that I’ve never felt before. You say when they break your heart that it’s me and you, let’s run away to Vegas and get hitched together then it’ll forever be me n’ you. How... Continue Reading →
Breath.
Why not start off the new year with a new post?!?
Sober 2.0 Path To Forgiveness
Hello again...
Sober
The beginning of the end for us...
Stormy Ville 