Hoy loyal can I be, to me?

There's nothing I find more pathetic, than one who basks and benefits themselves by making others pathetic as pathetic as they fear to be

Strap me, hurt me, make me yours. Let me feel your comfort

If you wanna be Unattractive, all you have to do it try too hard

If you expect me to change my appearance for you, I have a lovely Sheep hide I wear for your kind.

That's crazy, they say. That's complacent, I say.

The best defense is a good offense unless it's actually your vulnerabilities job to give you strength

I wanna so badly to make others happy...... And this terrifies me

Perhaps my egos fed by becoming this situations bliss. Perhaps it dies..... I want more.

Rest assured, you'll leave better than you came.

Take my hand. Mind the scars

I feel the warmth. I feel the passion..... I just wonder, where's the bravery.

I offer to you, my Monday romance. Take my hand....

I don't want to be in a relationship. I could always do that. I want to belong in one.

Stop telling me I'm right! It's hurts you know.

I think I fear being released of my shackles made of sunlight.

I think I've been abandoned once again, for being liked too much. Who's cruel....

I was told today I am overwhelming....... What would you have me be as an alternative?

As the soft rain grants me a new coat, my thoughts go imaginary. The thoughts of finding you allow me to march along. I can't help but feel you sedentary and perhaps, wetter than I

Sometimes, the most efficient way to trap someone, is to give them restrictions, you know they won't abide.

Are we doomed as humanity, be replaced by a cog, due to what is the value, due to doing the job

"Give me a spanking. Start the day off right! Cuz it's my day, you're gonna sing my song tonight!"

Sometimes I forget that many are dealing with things I've dealt with before. Where is my patience.....

If my honesty earned your ire, wells it's something we both earned

Yes I have high standards. Don't worry tho, I have to live up to them too.

I usually don't say what people wanna hear, but I generally say what needs to be said.

My anger and contempt, slowly are converting into pity...... Am I going the right direction....

Why am I getting the feeling that I'm being seen as more than what I know.....

I love my Timbo! He's better than any dog I've ever met. Smart, sweet, and handsome like his daddy.

My life is indeed simple. It's my blessing. As such, I have no problem suffering for another. I have enough warmth, to howl and cry for another. It's no weakness. It's my dues.