I'm done, I'm not a whore. You've taken everything and, oh, I cannot give anymore.



I don’t know why I care about what people think so much, I say I don’t…. But I really do.
I guess it all started in the summer of 2001.
A stupid series of events turned into something that ruled my life for over 7 years, I’ve been ok for about 6 months now. Not that I’m counting.
I’m just taking each day as it comes :].
Life’s too short for that.
I’m happy now.