xoxo

After having a sad day alone in my apartment with my x-lover gone. shortly after our break up and the day after a very turbulent tell-all fight, I decided to go to the beach at 4 pm. I took the a train, messed up directions along the way. got on the wrong bus, left the wrong train, but I made it. I found a place by the rocks and sat for hours, thinking, crying over and over again about it all.. break ups suck. Forgiveness makes the best fool of me yet again. Things would play

for me, and the friends i surround myself with. i think we all see clothes or getting dressed up as a very intimate way of expressing...

an online video; an interview on an a sa victim, sharing her story.. her story of course, being hard to hear and absolutely...