Happy Valentine's Day

Collapsing was much softer
Still falling always hurt
Only after sensing love
For always ever burned

Justified my folly
My affluent disguise
Removed revealing nothing
Nothing unforgiven lies, unforgiven lies

And no one loves me like You
No one loves me the way You do
No one loves me like You
No one loves me the way, way that You do

Touch the rose unfearful is to meet the thorn
Pierce the heart's emotion
And feel the emptiness no more
Emptiness no more

No one loves me like You
No one loves me the way You do
No one loves me like You
No one loves me the way You do

Took some time
To realize I've fallen

No one loves me like the way You love me

The end

This is a morbid and disturbing thought, but I think the way I will end up dead is somehow I will be repugnantly drunk, rudely offend/hurt/humiliate those I love, fall down a flight of stairs (naked), and bleed my soul out of my crushed skull.

In other words, as much as I talk about suicide, my death will actually be a very horrible accident.

Toddler

I love this picture of Hannah...she's watching the water fountain and eating a sample chocolate cookie. Good times at the mall in the middle of the week.

How To Find a Hobby

"Having a hobby helps to make you a more interesting person and gives you something fascinating to talk about with others. It can also help you to avoid feeling bored and often provides the opportunity to meet new people with similar interests. Learning something new is always good for keeping the mind alert and active, as is maintaining a long-term interest in something that enthralls you. This will also make you more of an interesting person than a person who is addicted to Facebook, watching TV, or doing other time wasting and unhealthy tasks, such as stuffing your gut."

Touché.

Limbo

Where are we going? Why can't we be settled?

I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.

- William Hazlitt

Do you understand?

"I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone...they will be forced to deal with pain."

- James Arthur Baldwin

I don't want to remember how much you hurt me...so instead I dwell on how much I hate her. Strangely, I am burdened with a sinister feeling that the more I hate her, the happier she seems to fare. How is it that my love for you turns me into a monster?

It's going to take me some time...