This is my confession of my darkest past. I decided to share it to everyone. I don't really care. Sometimes I wished that I never met the person and never knew his true personality. But oh well, the past stays in the past. Enjoy!
| Updated Nov 21, 2014
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What do I want to do with my life? Did I want to live it the way others wanted it to be? Or did I want a future for myself? Writing was my outlet but it was never something I thought about seriously? Why though?
This is a in your face, no hold back rant about today's world and the people in it. How we treat each other, the planet and our purpose, if any. This is what we have created for ourselves and now we must lay in our filth. Maybe someday, this will change and man will succeed in living into the 22n...
A short letter I wrote to my Uncle Geoffrey A Fout owner of Keagan's in Virginia Beach, VA who molested me when I was 5 years old. You can contact him if you wish at Keaganâ€™s 1-757-228-1787 or at his other number 1-757-204-4948. His public address as found on the internet is 3176 Mansfield...
She was a thousand contradictions. She was sociable, yet detached; fiery yet passive. She was chaotic as a hurricane, and as gentle as a pond. Her beauty wasn't in her physical appearance, but in her soul. She was art to the eye. She made you feel something you never thought you could. In all he...