And You Can't Love, Not

But The Guilt Goes Even Deeper Than That. It, Too, Is Dust: Layers And Layers Of It Have Accumulated. Because If It Weren’t For Me, Lena And Alex Would Never Have Been Caught At All. I Told On Them. I Was Jealous. God Forgive Me, For I Have Sinned.

Happiness Is Found When No One Is Looking

I Feel A Flash Of Grief So Intense It Almost Makes Me Cry Out: Not For What I Lost, But For The Chances I Missed.

Amazing How Hope Lives. Without Air Or Water, With Hardly Anything At All To Nurture It.

Don't Worry About What You're Writing Or Whether It's Good Or Even Whether It Makes Sense.