You Want To Write Something

When Your Existence Is Hell, Death Must Be Heaven.

I Wonder If The Conversations You've Never Had With Someone Count, If You've Been Over Them A Thousand Times In Your Mind.

You Always Knew After Shitty Things Happened, Who Your Friends Really Were.

You Know Someone's Right For You When The Things They Don't Have To Say Are Even More Important Than The Things They Do.

The Question I Hate The Most Is "how Did You Do It - Write Novels And Raise Your Children Simultaneously!" I Mean, Do Male Authors Get Asked That??