Re: Dirty Little Secrets. -
January 23rd 2011, 04:06 AM
I have to agree with Cheyenne on hers.
I really don't love myself as much as I say I do. I reality, I hate myself.
I can't see myself ever truly being happy. Everytime I try, I fail. I have the magical ability to ruin everything good in my life.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. ~Emily Dickinson Live Help Operator 12/26/10
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