Lover of myself
I am a lover of me. It seems I am the only one who likes my own work, my own writings, my own piano play, and my own photography.
Thoughts by darienlee (416)
before I go
It's not that I haven't made enough money before I go, it's the unaccomplished work and the feelings of not doing enough and evading responsibility. I wonder if I would have cared enough before I go.
My Thoughts
Why would some be afraid of my thoughts? They would be so afraid of my thoughts that their best efforts are focused on suppressing them. My thoughts reside in my own mind, how would that fear them?
Oncoming Sadness
It keeps coming and it is not about to stop. Why is this sadness oncoming continuously?
Rightful Anger
I am angry, and I am entitled to my rightful anger. No one can stop me from expressing my rightful anger, not with bullets nor gas.