Growing in God and inspiring young women one post at a time. The pain shoots up my arms. Into every part of me,. As I realize I messed up. But no one can find. The little pieces that once held me. Into the skin of my shattered shell. Only to stop and reach. Up to Your pierced hands. It should have been me. I should feel the pain,. I need to feel the pain. That You took my place.

Sunday, July 6, 2014. Everything is so different now, so abruptly, and it has all happened so fast. And all of it good. When I said good night, she voluntarily gave me a kiss. I absolutely Do Not Want to go to work tomorrow. I resent missing any time with the little Pickle.

Martes, 3 de diciembre de 2013. 191;Quedarnos acá sentados? 8217; Bueno, sí. Porque no hay nada allá afuera. Que se estupidicen entre ellos. Nunca tuve la ansiedad de lanzarme a la noche. Me escondía en bares porque no quería esconderme en fábricas. Les pido perdón a los millones, pero nunca me sentí solo. Me gusta estar conmigo mismo.

Elle raconte le combat vécu pendant 10 ans. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Il était une fois un 29 décembre1998 . Ce jour est enfin arrivé et je suis méme pas là.