sometimes i dont think im gonna make the night. over the years my thoughts keep getting louder and louder. I dont know what to do!!!

He is my only son. I cry when no one is looking because I am afraid that he will be called to war. I am afraid he will come back a different man, damaged.

House looked old and deserted. Realistate lady said nobody had lived there n years. At the price couldnt turn it down. Money burried in the cellar yup. Mine now

I am a female exhibitionist.

When people ask how my disabled son is doing and I say 'He's doing really well!' its because I don't think they can handle reality.I say what they want to hear.