Wolfy Bathory Creations

I'm sitting here, in a Tim Hortons. It's a sunny, April afternoon. My kiddo's at school and I'm running errands. I just ordered a couple sausage English muffins, an xl tt coffee and a 'brookie'. I'm hungry.  I'm alone. I like coming here for the energy. If I see someone I know, I'll say hi but I'm not going to invite anyone to sit with me. I'm just weird that way. I'm polite, kind and courteous...but it doesn't necessarily mean I like someone. I'm probably smiling at the thought of hacking their brains in!  Naw...I don't like people but I can't hurt them either. I get thoughts but that's as far as it goes.  Damn ADHD,I'm getting off track.  Mind you, that's another reason I don't talk to people. If I truely said what was on my mind, I'd end up in an institute. People don't have to like me...and they don't NEED to know why. My thoughts stay in my brain for a reason.  I'm strange. I'm a we...

  Gawd, I despise her. What she's become. She used to be so full of life. She used to be so full of dreams. She had a flame in her soul that needed no spark. She fought for herself. She fought to make a life as she needed. She fought with all she had. Fighting only to make herself better. Small and frail but broke her back to make herself stronger. To be a better worker, to be a better friend, to be a better wife and to be a better mother.  She fought until it nearly killed her. All her optimism is wilting. She's turned jaded. She's weak and frail again...Seemingly much worse than before.  Stupid, broken and pathetic.  ....................................................... I'm messed up. What can I say? I'm not ok and I haven't been for a long time. All I really want is to make a living with my creations. I don't ask much, just enough to raise my daughter well. Get her everything she needs. Start a business making and selling things. I know I can I have my ...