I Spent A Year In

I Did The Traditional Thing With Falling In Love With Words, Reading Books And Underlining Lines I Liked And Words I Didn't Know. It Was Something I Always Did.

No Motive Is Pure. No One Is Good Or Bad-but A Hearty Mix Of Both. And Sometimes Life Actually Gives To You By Taking Away.

Part Of My Gestalt Is That I Still Feel A Little Bit Like A Wallflower. Even In My Own Life. I Talk About Myself Behind My Back.

I Didn't Confide In Men. Well, I Didn't Confide In Anyone.

Good Anecdote--bad Reality.