Complicated free spirit who wants love and commitment but always is self sabotaging the opportunity to have it.
I write about my past and its’ tragedies. I write about pain and suffering. Loathing and Longing. One day, I want all of my thoughts and the stories I have told to culminate into this tangible existence that others can access for whatever purpose it might be able to serve them. For so many years, all of that, has just been trapped in my mind, a jumbled mess of words swirling around, tormenting me. I wanted to take those words and express them by writing them all down. But I couldn’t. I was just paralyzed by the sheer magnitude and unorganized expanse of all the words. Until recently.
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