I'm sitting here in this time and space wondering why it is that people only want me around to fulfill their needs when nothing better is around. I'm always a second choice. I've never been good enough .


Never good enough being a friend, never good enough being a lover, never being good enough being a mother; never good enough BEING.


I'm not entirely sure about freewill, but I know from being witness to suicide there is a finality of things. It is my hope that instead of time having it's way with me that I will have my way with time.


My children have excluded me from their lives, friends have been lost and...