The only reason I am still alive is because im to scared to take my own life.

The tears you thought were so precious as I walked down the aisle were not happy tears.

My mother passed away 3 years ago today and I have been falling into depression more and more as every day goes by. I have not been the same every since.

Sometimes I get this urge to attack and tickle random people.

I haven't had a girlfriend in 12 or more years. I'm secretly afraid of being taken advantage of (mentally, emotionally) and left a broken man.