I'm All Alone, But I'm

What's Really Important Here," I Whispered Loudly To Myself,"is Not The Big Things Other People Have Thought Up, But The Small Things You, Yourself Have

It's Like Tolstoy Said. Happiness Is An Allegory, Unhappiness A Story.

Autumn Finally Arrived. And When It Did, I Came To A Decision. Something Had To Give: I Couldn't Keep On Living Like This.

I'm The Kind Of Person Who Has To Totally Commit To Whatever I Do.

I May Not Be The Most Likable Person In The World, But I Try Not To Upset People.