This past year has been one of much difficulty. At times I wanted to run away and just hide from everything. Actually, a couple of times I did just that. I fell into the trap that most Christians fall into. I kept telling myself I had been a good person. So why was this happening? The weight was starting to lift. The more my tears fell, the lighter the weig.

Nà o à brincadeira! Nà o à a droga que nos corrompe? Pois bem, a internet comeu a minha inspiraà à o. Ao longo dos anos, fui criando personagens fictÃcias na internet, acabando, eu prà pria, por me tornar numa delas. Sou eu, mas sou uma mentira. Quantas coisas eu inventei neste estúpido blog! QUER SER DEIXADA EM PAZ COM A MERDA DOS MEUS PENSAMENTOS! Para mim, acabou-se a porra do blog, ok? Estou aqui porque nà o sei onde estar,. Vivo porque nà o tenho onde ficar,.

With all the recent national stories about victims of sexual abuse coming forward, it has definitely opened some old wounds I thought were healed. What have you done this week for your spouse? Both of my pa.

Skating down the mountain, skyline in our rear view mirror. Is going undercover for now. you should go out and enjoy the wilderness as well! Posted by christen shane. No boombox left behind, people. And large, obscure items to party with are highly encouraged. Rage proper my friends and show some support if and when Tom and Gary come jivin along through your town. Follow the dudes in banana suits. Even the King came out to see what all the ruckus was about. Stay cool, my friends.

Sure, some stories are more dramatic or exciting than others, my story has some elements that are almost unbelievable, but everyone has a story and everyone is important to God everyone matters. So what happened? Of course I had an editor, an excellent editor.