I wanted to hate her because she made me feel like nothing. I wanted to make her feel small because she made me feel small. I wanted to hurt her because she hurt me. I thought of a hundred ways to hate. Now I am reduced to a mad, psychotic idiot, crying, lying down in …
I offend my friends in what I say I offend my friends in what I write But they never tell me, But I know. I offend them because I write too much I offend them because I pour my anger out I write everything down Like the Blues Only it’s more like purple, Because my …
I couldn’t understand what he was talking about, but it sure sounded cool. I knew he had all my money in his future and that was red. Red like a London Bus. Did he understand me? I shouldn’t think so. Give me a pint of petrol I said. He didn’t understand that. Well why would …
To be continued, They say. But it never turns out very good. My book: finished. Done. Shall I put it away? Hide it away? What would you do if you think people will hate it? They’ll hate me too. Because they know who I am. I’m not anonymous. I can’t hide away. Shall I put …
