I feel like an apple turn over. One day Im good, next Im cold.
Since I havent been diligently posting like I thought I was, my thoughts have accumulated.
Women wear mascara in hopes of showing how wide the doors are to their heart. How inviting they are to their soul.
Sometimes I get so angry, the fury inside me has daydreams of punching a wall... with a persons face on it. Then kicking a door that you were about to open, and giving you a splinter.
Unfortunetly, reality sets in and I cry instead... because that is what I do when I am mad. Maybe I'll blog for real later.
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