The past week has confirmed in my mind that I do not trust anyone.  How can someone claim to be a friend when they spread false accusations about you?
I want to get out of here.

Today is such a dreary day. I hope everyone else is having a wonderful day though.
I realized something as I lay in bed perplexing about life - sometimes love just isn't enough.
How can there possibly be times when the person you want to see most is exactly the last person you want to see?

"where is this peace, where is this rest, where is this comfort that i was promised? perhaps if i was consistent in seeking Your face. remembering my sinfulness before my emptiness. maybe then i would not be this shell of a figure, with an empty heart, left unfulfilled, desiring but not finding. accept my frustrations. i lay bare my soul. i have taken the light burden, refusing the heavy yoke for far too long. cradle me in Your arms, in Your love, in Your peace. cradle me in Your arms, in Your rest, in Your comfort."

Women driven by menstruation playing guitar... all you need when you're unstable.

Furious Rose     Lisa Loeb

"It's not really poetry, but its pretty," he said
As he raises his voice, she lowers her head
'It makes my heart heavy, you're lonely, I think
Oh, Rose, you're sad, I suppose."

"Look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping.
She's lying there dead. - No, she's breathing."

Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes,
your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
I've heard energy in adversity.
Your smile: the soul of witchery.
You're not running away,
you're not running - are you?

Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page
She's fearfully seething
"Bring me your blessings, a prayer or a new pen.
- You don't know what I need."

"Look in my bed and I'm bound to be sleeping
I'm lying there dead, but I'm breathing.

And I'm barely balancing as it is
And I don't want to drown in my dreams
Bring me wild plums and agrimony
- I bet you don't even know what that means."

Furious Rose, with your opiate eyes,
your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
I've heard energy in adversity.
Your smile: the soul of witchery.
You're not running away,
you're not running - are you?

Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room.
She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go