If you are reading this you have made a big mistake. This black notebook is a JOURNAL, and it belongs to Alexandra Stronge.
By Katie Petrakos5 years ago in Psyche
Forgive me, but I do not know what sin is. As a child we are taught many, many things, We learned: don’t lie, don’t steal, don’t hurt people, etc.
By Katie Petrakos6 years ago in Poets
What is a dream? Most of my life honestly feels like a dream I don’t know when it began. Thoughts would turn into memories, memories that other people didn’t remember.
Tell me again, what I did to offend you. Tell me why you tried to break me. There was really no end to this, because you made things the same but different.
What would I do without you? A question I ask over and over as if there’s a real answer floating somewhere in the abyss. In the abyss, that’s where we all are anyway.
I remember the first time I skipped a meal. It wasn't even on purpose, I just didn't have time to eat and then the next thing I knew it was dinner time and I hadn't even eaten lunch.
