“I buy water at the liquor store across the street from where I live. So I'm walking into the door, and standing, loitering, outside the door is a man. And I walk by him to go in and he says [in a clenched, abrupt voice], 'I want pussy!' Now, I don't want to seem conceited or anything, but [rolling her… Read more →

I used to wish that I could make blood run from my eyes so she would know how much it hurt I learned to bleed from the inside instead everytime she would hurt me, I would make another mark I would carve out another piece, until there is nothing left and I was free. and now I have the journals… Read more →