Trauma Is Survivable, But Often

I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away And I Don't Look Back. It Has Always Been A Fault Of Mine, But It Is The Way I Am. I Never Look Back. Never.

Coming After All The Bullshit Related To A Million Little Pieces, Nobody Was Expecting Anything From Me. No Publisher, No Agent, No One. Just Me And The Book. It Was Great.

I've Been Alone My Whole Life, I Can't Do It Anymore.

Be Patient And Wait. Your Mud Will Settle. Your Water Will Be Clear.

This Moment And This Chance, They Are The Same, And They Are Mine If I Choose Them,and I Do. I Want Them. Now And As Long As I Can Have Them They Are Both Precious And Fleeting And Gone In The Blink Of An Eye, Don't Waste Them. A Moment And An Opportunity And A Life, All In The Unseen Tick Of A Clock Holding Me Nowhere. My Heart Is Beating. The Walls Are Pale And Quiet. I Am Surviving.