Changes

I recently found a notebook that contains a collection of some of my older writing and I've had quite the good time thumbing through these works. I found one in particular that stood out and was quite moving to me personally. It was difficult to finally decide to post this because I certainly didn't want to appear to condone the self-loathing subject matter contained in it. After much consideration I decided to share this piece so, if nothing else you folks could have a peak into where I've come from and where one can go to even if they are coming from the darkest of places. A voice for the voiceless type of work that says you are not alone and the dark nights will lead to brighter days, if you stay and face the pain. From "Changes" to Martes Mi Amor, I've made quite a swing towards the positive and it feels great.

3-12-07

At the end of the rope riding the downward spiral "Tim was here too" all you c*cksuckers know it's true. You actually think there was anything in common between me and your crew? I'll choke you to death. You'll turn the palest of blue, just like when I execute my own calling.

I can no longer touch pain to my face day after today. No good deed gets paid is what they should say. I've tried everyone's way right down to this last day. At the end of the rope and really can't remember the last day I felt peace or at least peaceful ignorance. Right now I'd take either. Give me anything, even a little more tension in this rope please.