Faith.
Tracks
Well… I don’t know what I feel.
Teetering the line between numbness and feeling. Nothingness. Black, no care… No emotion… No worry.
I’ve worked so hard to get out of this hole I’ve started slipping back into.
Reaching hands
No one takes hold
No one takes hold
No one takes hold
I’m slipping
I’m losing this battle
I have to make it
I have to continue to reach out
Succumb or fight…?
Wathing a tornado form on the news. My older sister tells her three year old, Zo, “Aw, look! It’s a baby tornado!”
Living in tornado alley shows it’s toll.
Looking back on an ex-best-friend’s profile. Things have changed so much.
Guthrie sure holds up to it’s nickname…. “The Gut”
Poetry
n.
- The activity one does instead of going insane.
I saw my little sister writing poetry about her feelings.
Omfg so if Mary had baby Jesus, and baby Jesus was the Lamb of God…
did Mary have a little lamb?you broke the world
Black & White Cocktail Dresses
Made this in Colorado. Agape love!
This lady ALWAYS stares at me during lunch. I don’t understand why I’m so interesting to look at? I’ll look directly at her, and she’ll try to smile at me.
Being too hungover to enjoy a dance you created. #Bogus
Why did I even drink last night? I didn’t even really want too. #PeerPressure #NotAGoodFriend I think I’m done with that relationship. #TooMuch
