I... where do I begin?... I've already spoken too much. She's speechless. Not in a good way... I'm questioning my sanity. I'm such a fuck up. Regrets, regrets... questions. Too many questions... and her. Her voice. Its in my head. She takes over at 3am and I can't seem to stop her. She's another side of me... the confident, the demanding, the... the what? Ah... the old me. The betraying, the sly, the despised, the overly confident, the craved, the... the other version of me, and the part I don't want to be. But I can't stop her until she gets what she wants again. I feel like Amber versus Thistle. One did come before the other.. for my darker days are Leah's...
Somebody save me...
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The Partial Journal of Kona Firestar
RandomIn this I write my emotions. Journal entries, how my day went, my poetry (and maybe a few others). Some of you might notice song quotes intertwined with a few entries or poems. That is because some songs inspire me. So go ahead and read this. I'll p...
