Some things in life are just pure evil.

A poem.

You should never let love just slip away.

The weak girl that wishes to escape.

A poem captivating repression in the form of nature, can be interpreted in various ways.

Sometimes all you can do is give up.

Some women are so cruel.

This world can often seem so cruel and angry.

For "Her."
Written: September 2005.

This is the fourth and final journal from a more complicated time in my life.