I met her in a dream. Beautiful child. Ethereal child. My child. I looked in her eyes and saw therein the hope of a soul that has not been jaded. I saw the naiveté of youth. I saw the innocence of infancy. I saw myself in her, not as I am now but as I... Continue Reading →
3 am single girl problems (Rants Collection)
I worry quite often that I might die in my sleep and no one would find out for days after the fact. As a single girl who lives on her own and has a closeted dependency on Zopiclone – I often wake up in the morning and find that I have done bizarre things in... Continue Reading →