Love Is Love. It Doesn't Matter How

I Feel Strong. Not Strong Enough To Face Myself, But Strong Enough To Keep Going.

In My Mind My Obituary Is Done.it Is Done And It Is Right. It Tells The Truth And As Awful As It Can Be, The Truth Is What Matters. It Is What I Should Be Remembered By, If I'm Remembered At All. Remember The Truth. That Is All That Matters

On My First Day In Jail, A Three Hundred Pound Man Named Porterhouse Hit Me In The Back Of The Head With A Metal Tray. I Was Standing In Line For Lunch And I Didn't See It Coming. I Went Down. When I Got Up, I Turned Around And Started Throwing Punches." (james Frey, Pg.1)

It's Been Great Getting Better With You.

The Feeling Of Arms Around Me, Of Love In My Heart, It Was More Powerful Than Any Of The Negativity I Knew Was Existing In The World For Me. That Feeling Of Love Killed It All.