Jane Says:

Sometimes I feel real bad about life, sometimes I suffer inside to the point where I can understand how people want to die.  But sometimes, I feel like I haven't suffered enough.  I haven't hit bottom yet.

So I drink too much and I engage in reckless behavior...I challenge danger and spit in his face - taunting, hoping he'll hit me back, hard, knocking me to the ground all bloody and broken.  I make bad choices and I let in the wrong people.  I keep myself hidden away so no one can find me. 

I've made all the wrong decisions and yet, here I am.  And I'm still alive.

Poems from Jane's Diary:

12/2/09
A heart of glass within a wall of stone;
I offer the sledge hammer freely.
Deconstruction.
Each stone is regrown from my tears.






2/14/11
So many thoughts, so little time.
But are they worth writing down?
By the time I pick up a pen, they are barely a memory.
Feelings are fleeting, changing like ocean waves.
To write them is futile.
Ideas are nice, but are any of mine original?
I don't believe in beliefs today.

2/5/11
A hopeless romantic,
I fall in love each day.
Alas, I am left heartsick...
and drink the pain away.