Hey No One Makes Me

Sitting There That Day, I Knew That The Only Thing I Could Do Was Keep Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other, Hoping None Of The Secrets On My Shoulders Would Make Me Lose My Balance.

Sometimes It Takes An Outsider, Someone With Fresh Eyes To See The Truth.

Like Many Authors, I Caught The Writing Bug During My Teenage Years. I Don't Remember The Exact Day Or Year, But I Remember That Reading S.e. Hinton's 'the Outsiders' Sparked My Interest In Writing.

But I Wasn't The Girl I'd Been When I Left, And I Knew It.

Thanks To You, Gabs, We Just Figured Out A Half Dozen Ways Not To Rob The Henley.