.//cheryl-ann-
the beautifuldisaster, hopelessly and recklessly needing the boy. giving this her all, the last semblance
of trust left within. this is imperfection perfected, in her heart
[[she drowns in her dreams. an exquisite extreme, she knows. she's as damned as she seems, and more heaven than a heart could hold
she's soft to the touch. but frayed at the end, she breaks. she's never enough, and still she's more than one can take]]
I feel I'm losing direction. I feel myself straying from God. I wanna get back on that road, but I'm drifting further and further off-course. Lord, give me strength. I can't take all this any longer.
I will reply to comments another day. I'm too tired to think.