Sometimes bad things happen to good people 


I know the hate runs deep. I really fucked things up. I’m not a bad person. I just took it way too far. I fell hard. I don’t know why. I do not have an answer and it pains me still. I hope you stay true to yourself. Merry Christmas. 

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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