There was a time when you actually cared.

Seen from the mind of every teenager at one point or another.

A short story about love, loss and heartbrake.
Sometimes you don’t get a second chance, and when you don’t, you just have to live with It.

The first chapter of a new thing I’m starting. Hopefully many more will follow.

I Loved. I Lost.

I like to laugh, but sometimes things need to be brought down a few notches and looked at from a serious point of view. This is one of those times.

More horrible angsty teenage poetry, and my anecdotes in restrospect.

A retiree resolves to not worry about the things he cannot control.

Ah, angsty teenage years. We all had them. We all cringe at the thought. But really, we should just laugh. It will make you feel better.

[Dark; Angst]

A child, made of a sin for which he is not at fault, is punished all the same.

A child, fathered by the frightening and mothered by the frightened, left alone because no one can bear to look at him or to love him. Abandoned to a sadistic world where there are only two kinds of people: those who ignore his suffering and those who take pleasure in it.

When a woman is raped, there may be a greater victim than even herself. Suffering is the true product of sin.