My eighteenth year was so difficult.

Along with every other device that connects to the internet.

A poem about a battle fought long ago.

Thereare lines of people everywhere ..

Colton’s final revenge.

The anger that enveloped me when I was writing this was almost oo much to bear.. I HAD to get it on paper or I was going to explode. As the poem indicates, writing is my only outlet, these days.

BOOM!!!

Another chapter of my fairly good progessing book.

She is bitter about losing your love.

The shame of being treated like the lowest common denominator by someone else.