Hunger is like a little bubble, trapped in the junction between your lungs. It grows and grows and grows and then... it pops.

It has been said that as disciples of Jesus Christ, we will live lives condemned by others. Yet we grow stronger for it and live on still.

The Almighty God sees all ways. If this was set for me, I should go forth and see it through though the days may be hard for me.

Control and giving it up. By choosing to give it up, you assume control. In that way, I am in control of giving up my control.

Why yes, I am spamming you all right now.

It remains a wonder to me that the moment, I write it down, it disappears from my mind, tucked away in the archives of my brain's labyrinth.

A singular desire to be free. That is the one thing all mankind shares. There is freedom in discipline and even in bondage.

The guilt that haunts me was deduced to be anger. Anger at myself for not being perfect. I accepted my imperfection, yet I am still guilty.

Naive am I, to trust so blindly in others. I yet believe that trust can be sensed, that when you don't first give, you'll never receive.

For all the words spilt from my lips about the beauty of being unique, there still lies the urge to conform to the masses.