The Dark Side called to me again today… and I couldn’t resist it. Anyways, I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned where I work at. (Figure it out yourselves because I am not going to reveal it :P) But I was cleaning out the stockroom of all the clearance items that we could use for our beginning of summer sale. We wanted those items out … Continue reading What a Steal!
“My sorrow trickles down my arm in crimson tears. The wound is a red-tinted window that hides my pain and my body is a lock box of misery. And the key just happens to be in the shape of a razor.” I wrote this piece a little more than a year ago. It scares me sometimes when I look back at my writings because I … Continue reading Humanity in the Darkest Places