Wow! It's great to hear all those people giving love your way. Have you been making music for a while? Bet it's composed from the heart and influenced by hard experiences: the best kind of music. Time for a fresh start, eh? Hope things keep going your way; keep your head up, and keep writing! Best, Calhoun25
Dear Joe, I am Bills ex wife, and I just wanted to say thank you for being there for Bill,and I thank God for you as well. I struggled with unforgivness for a long time, not only towards Bill but with myself as well, Along with our children coming back into our lives, true forgiveness seemed to fall upon me & my heart goes out to Bill. I have been happily married for going on two years wonderful man & good friend of 8yrs. The kids told me about this site,so every once in awhile I take a peek to see how things are with Bill(my husband knows) I don't know why I'm rambling on cuz all I really wanted to say was thank you & May God Bless You & Be with you ALWAYS. Sincerely Debbie Q.
Hi Troy, How are you? I sincerely hope that you are fine. I am very impressed with the way you have described strength and determination. As you know people outside sometimes can feel trapped too. They just try to convince themselves that they are not trapped but can't stop feeling that way either. Here is a quote about determination may be you have heard about. "Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and will always solve the problems of the human race." -Calvin Coolidge-Former President of US. Also I would like to ask you if there is any possibility of you getting out of solitary?What are the procedures for that? Love, Selen
Everyday is another day in the prison known as my mind. Your prison is literal. Mine is metaphorical. But, I CAN BET YOU mine is worse. I AM IN THE PRISON OF MY MIND. But, I don't hate you. In all actuality, I want to hold you and tell you that I forgive you. But, that will never happen. I know you had a tough childhood. That's why I feel sorry for you. I had a tough childhood. I don't remember any of it. I cut myself with kitchen knives. I've been three times to the hospital and that was enough to scare me. Yet, I still cut. BECAUSE OF YOU. My mom is everything I need. My mother takes good care of me. She's doing everything for me and I've never met a mother so dedicated. But, after, you fucked us over, it was difficult for her and I have memories of her just laying there, dead. She tried her best for me but my memories say that's not enough. I WILL NEVER BE HAPPY! FUCK EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE. And, for the longest time I admired you. I held that BULLSHIT letter you gave to me to my chest and I cherished it. But, I burnt it not too long ago. I burnt away your apologies. I can't hold on to this anger anymore and I hope you're happy for me that I was finally able to let it out. I feel so much fucking better right now. But, I'll probably cut myself after this. Music helps a lot. i like 90's rock. If you're wondering how I'm doing in school, I'm great I'm in artsy school and my teachers adore me for my eccentric ways. I do a lot of writing. I don't have many friends. I'm very out of place. Here's a poem I wrote: Smelly House of Lemons: Maybe it's the dog, Flea ridden and decaying inside and out from old age, Maybe it's the rotting food, Growing unseemly mold and lying on kitchen counters.. and piling high in cups in my room, Maybe it's the cat's piss and vomit Covering hidden places in the basement, untouched for weeks, Maybe it's the yellow walls, a piss color The color of a lemon, The smell of a lemon, No it was not a lemon! The taste of a lemon... The disease radiating off my father , His ghost haunting the halls. Maybe it's the rats hiding in the wall, Scratching and screaming, Wanting to be set free, Maybe it's the ghost of the man who died previously in this hellish home, Haunting me for touching his things and existing in his very house, Maybe it's the haunting, daunting history of mine, The sour smell and taste of lemons that lived in the basement and my polka dotted bedroom, Maybe, it's the smell of fresh paint covering the tainted walls of past, trying to tuck it away, Maybe it's the smell of the soap that I scrubbed on my body trying to wash away my father's disease. Maybe it's the alcohol my mother drinks to mask the pain she feels from the depression, anxiety, insomnia, and fibromyalgia Maybe it's me. My worried, anxiety ridden brain spreading chemicals and corkscrews. Here's a picture of me http://prntscr.com/4mq0js I hope someone prints it out or something. -Ashley Labbe
I found your blogs on another persons Facebook. I enjoyed reading them and am happy that God is using you in such a way to inspire others. I pray God comforts you and continues to provide a light for you there.
Hey I'm Marian and I just wish you the very best and hope you continue staying strong and remember every thing you see in this awful word has a ending and people get second chances I wish you the best.!!!!!
"When you die there will never be another person like you, you are rarer than the rarest diamond, more beautiful than any flower, you shine brighter than all the stars. You are the only there will ever be."...What a beautiful thing to say! I hope that someone reads your blog entry and finds solace in your words. My best to you. -Melanie
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Calhoun25
I am Bills ex wife, and I just wanted to say thank you for being there for Bill,and I thank God for you as well.
I struggled with unforgivness for a long time, not only towards Bill but with myself as well,
Along with our children coming back into our lives, true forgiveness seemed to fall upon me & my heart goes out to Bill.
I have been happily married for going on two years wonderful man & good friend of 8yrs.
The kids told me about this site,so every once in awhile I take a peek to see how things are with Bill(my husband knows) I don't know why I'm rambling on cuz all I really wanted to say was thank you & May God Bless You & Be with you ALWAYS.
Sincerely Debbie Q.
How are you? I sincerely hope that you are fine. I am very impressed with the way you have described strength and determination. As you know people outside sometimes can feel trapped too. They just try to convince themselves that they are not trapped but can't stop feeling that way either. Here is a quote about determination may be you have heard about.
"Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and will always solve the problems of the human race."
-Calvin Coolidge-Former President of US.
Also I would like to ask you if there is any possibility of you getting out of solitary?What are the procedures for that?
Love,
Selen
I AM IN THE PRISON OF MY MIND.
But, I don't hate you. In all actuality, I want to hold you and tell you that I forgive you. But, that will never happen.
I know you had a tough childhood. That's why I feel sorry for you. I had a tough childhood. I don't remember any of it.
I cut myself with kitchen knives.
I've been three times to the hospital and that was enough to scare me. Yet, I still cut. BECAUSE OF YOU.
My mom is everything I need. My mother takes good care of me. She's doing everything for me and I've never met a mother so dedicated.
But, after, you fucked us over, it was difficult for her and I have memories of her just laying there, dead. She tried her best for me but my memories say that's not enough.
I WILL NEVER BE HAPPY! FUCK EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE.
And, for the longest time I admired you. I held that BULLSHIT letter you gave to me to my chest and I cherished it. But, I burnt it not too long ago. I burnt away your apologies.
I can't hold on to this anger anymore and I hope you're happy for me that I was finally able to let it out. I feel so much fucking better right now. But, I'll probably cut myself after this.
Music helps a lot. i like 90's rock.
If you're wondering how I'm doing in school, I'm great I'm in artsy school and my teachers adore me for my eccentric ways. I do a lot of writing. I don't have many friends. I'm very out of place.
Here's a poem I wrote:
Smelly House of Lemons:
Maybe it's the dog,
Flea ridden and decaying inside and out from old age,
Maybe it's the rotting food,
Growing unseemly mold and lying on kitchen counters.. and piling high in cups in my room,
Maybe it's the cat's piss and vomit
Covering hidden places in the basement, untouched for weeks,
Maybe it's the yellow walls, a piss color
The color of a lemon,
The smell of a lemon,
No it was not a lemon!
The taste of a lemon...
The disease radiating off my father ,
His ghost haunting the halls.
Maybe it's the rats hiding in the wall,
Scratching and screaming,
Wanting to be set free,
Maybe it's the ghost of the man who died previously in this hellish home,
Haunting me for touching his things and existing in his very house,
Maybe it's the haunting, daunting history of mine,
The sour smell and taste of lemons that lived in the basement and my polka dotted bedroom,
Maybe, it's the smell of fresh paint covering the tainted walls of past, trying to tuck it away,
Maybe it's the smell of the soap that I scrubbed on my body trying to wash away my father's disease.
Maybe it's the alcohol my mother drinks to mask the pain she feels from the depression, anxiety, insomnia, and fibromyalgia
Maybe it's me.
My worried, anxiety ridden brain spreading chemicals and corkscrews.
Here's a picture of me http://prntscr.com/4mq0js I hope someone prints it out or something.
-Ashley Labbe
69 bob seay road
Cherokee, nc 28719
Ive tried passing my address to some of the pina side hoping theyd pass it to you.
I found your blogs on another persons Facebook. I enjoyed reading them and am happy that God is using you in such a way to inspire others. I pray God comforts you and continues to provide a light for you there.
Take care,
David Witt