therapy

does blogging make me feel better... usually.

this is not one of those times, or even months. every second that passes by is my enemy, armed to teeth and with the taste of blood already on its tongue - or better yet a jailor, laughing at how utterly powerless I am to escape. ah, how wonderful it is to exist in this prison of time. sigh.

but I will say this, the most fulfilling love you will ever find is the one that you are willing to die for - emotionally, physically, spiritually, and that makes it the most dangerous.

Justin | 12:32 AM