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DaRk AnGel : Why Home : March 2005
This is the end.. I know it.. No more relationships. No more fingers intertwined as is the souls. I hate being so isolated. If not for the dogs, I would have nothing - not just no one..I ask god all the time, why? Why do I continue with Life? Why did he deny... (Read Article)
Personal Ads - More time for me to kill.. Before time kills me.
March 4, 2005 21:13
I look through them often. Usually the ones that Ispend any time on are the ones where people are smiling. A real smile, one that says I was having fun at the moment, or one where happiness is gushing from it. Not a Pat Nixon smile. Then I look for their location... (Read Article)
Plain and simple.. Pathos...
March 7, 2005 19:51
I fucked up…I pushed to hard and in the end I was a bully.. And it hurts me to look in the mirror and take the blame but I will.. I am sorry..You gave me the best minutes of my life…My only sin was wanting them all to be as they were when you were beside me.I... (Read Article)
Still here.. Still alive..
March 10, 2005 20:19
Why?I try to keep busy.. Try to not think or feel. I wonder if I ever again will be optimistic about life. The silence that once taught me much is now a mortal enemy. I never knew a person could be this empty.I was working on a garden this year. I had planted... (Read Article)
Cedar Waxwings
March 17, 2005 20:28
For some reason I thought about Cedar Waxwings this morning. How I had seen that one, and how quickly I got three terrible pictures. I often wondered if I would ever see that beauty again.Yesterday roses arrived in California along with a crystal heart. I... (Read Article)
Good Friday - A true story.
March 25, 2005 18:29
I was at Wal Mart today doing a little seed shopping and minding my own business. Near the seeds was a bench and on it the Easter Bunny. Actually someone in a bunny outfit hawking Easter portraits. Along came a woman and her small child, A little girl maybe... (Read Article)