There Are Never Words For

She Feels And She Cries. It Is To Be Admired.

Being An Unpublished Novelist Has About As Much Social Acceptability As Being A Shopping Bag Lady.

I Am Aware That The Battle I Am Fighting Is A Petty One, But I Am Also Aware That In Order To Win That Which Is Great, You Must First Win That Which Is Small.

I Close My Eyes And I Take A Deep Breath And I Think About My Life And How I Ended Up This Way. I Think About The Ruin, Devastation And Wreckage I Have Caused To Myself And To Others. I Think About Self-hatred And Self-loathing. I Think About How And Why And What Happened And The Thoughts Come Easily, But The Answers Don't.

But Love Is Different For Every Person. For Some It's Hate, For Some It's Joy, For Some It's Fear, For Some It's Jealousy, For Some It's Torture, For Some It's Peace. For Some It's Everything.