Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
Since my illness, I've felt the presence of my angels.
When I look back on my life, I wonder how I survived - my mother said I had a guardian angel.
My mom's an angel, bless her heart, for everything I put her through.
I've had an angel on my shoulder all my life.
People ask me, 'Why angels? Why paranormal? Why teens?' In the beginning, I'm not sure I knew I was starting down any of those twisted paths - paths that now seem so familiar to me that they are downright comforting. In the beginning, I was just writing about love.
People that were in my life for a long time turned sinister and tried to control me, and all kinds of weird stuff happened. But there was no conscience involved; that threw me more than anything.
I had a father and mother, who were devout and feared God. Our Lord also helped me with His grace. All this would have been enough to make me good, if I had not been so wicked.
My mother, who was radiant, young, and beautiful even as she lay dying, heard voices and saw visions, but she always managed to make friends with them and was much too charming to hospitalize even at her craziest.
My demons, inner strengths and physical battles have guided me through life.