Maybe There Were People Out

Your Kisses Are Mine.

I Can’t Think. I Can’t Work Or Sleep. My Body Aches For You. I Can Make You Want Me Again. Let Me Try.

…he Murmured. “of Course, You’re My Favorite Ride.” “aw, That’s Sweet, Baby. And You’re My Favorite Joystick.

You Gonna Deal With Mr. Hot And Moody?" "not Sure. I May Just Pull Out My E-reader." He Nodded. "probably Safer For Your Sanity.

And Yet I Understood The Alienation Of Being Around Others Who Couldn't Really See You Or Chose Not To. I'd Felt The Self-loathing That Came With Being A Fraud, Protraying An Image Of What You Wished You Could Be But Weren't. I'd Lived With The Fear That People You Loved Might Turn Away From You If They Ever Got To Know The True Person Hidden Inside.