Sasys

I have to believe there is a world outside my head, Believe that my actions have a meaning but I do not remember. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed the world is still there. Do I believe that the world still there? Are you still there? Yes, I did it!. We all need memories to know who we are, I'm not different.

People r afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings r disturbing... People r taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid 2 feel? Pain is meant 2 wake us up. People try 2 hide their pain... But they're wrong. Pain is something 2 carry, like a radio. U feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how u carry it. That's what matters... Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of u. Your own reality. If u feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your rea

I am woman in the grip of an obsession. I sit here by the phone (which may in fact be out of order) and wait 4 his call. I listen 4 the sound of his motorcycle spraying pebbles on the curving driveway path. I imagine his body, his mocking mouth on mine, his curving cock, and I am a ruin of desire and the fight against desire. I don't know which is worse--the desire or the antidesire. Both undo me; both burn me and reduce me 2 ash. The Nazis could not have invented a more cunning crematorium. This is my auto-dafé, my obsession, my addiction. Friends come 2 me and urge me 2 give him up, fill me with reasons, all of which I agree with. The