“A woman's journal is like a door to her soul; men can't open it, but they are definitely a part of it!” — J.D. Stroube Copy Share Image
“I could see her will leaving and death seeping through her skin to skewer her soul.” — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“It wasn’t that she necessarily wanted to “socialize” at the bonfire, but she wanted to broadcast to the general population that her antisocial behavior… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“Their screams would echo through the house and reverberate against my eardrums until my mind would fracture. Years went by and with each fracture;… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“Life is filled with unanswered questions, but it is the courage to seek those answers that continues to give meaning to life. You can… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved.” — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“It stood calm against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“The melodious song mesmerized me and cloaked my soul in a most liberating embrace I had never known. The emotion enveloped me, and smothered… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“I took my menial life for granted until it became clear, why my early years resulted in a lack of adoption.- J.D. Stroube (Rival:… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“Even knowing that my presence brought a shadow over the lives of my loved ones, I can't regret the experiences I've had with them.… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“Angels exist; sometimes they're your best friend and other times they are someone you met a single time or know only by name, but… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“These were people who hunted for a way to erase the haunted, malnourished gaze from their souls and replace it with their faith in… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“No one has free will until they are an adult, and by then the choices that were made for them, have already set them… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
“He moved like a bird; twitching and bunching his shoulders. His head angled back and forth to watch me, and as he did, his… — J.D. Stroube Copy Share
