-- The Huntress --

Toxic relationships always tug at your heart, and the hardest part is pulling away.

A nice dewy spring night, When the moon shone like a diamond ring, She walked through the heavy rain, Her head hanging down.

True friendship is hard to find.

Tired eyes, wild nights, trapped in a teenage mind.

Drowning. What did Nicolette do to deserve this?

And I feel like since my life has been so easygoing so far, I don't need to pay with stress, but with guilt.

I’m bleeding out, it’s your hand on the gun. 

Just need to vent in the only way I can.

Like a dream she had drifted from the room,  And like a dream she seemed unreal, and like a dream she was gone.

Happy? Maybe someday.

A trick of the light or something more sinister.

It's tough being autistic.

One man's quest with one goal.