Don't Talk To Me. I'm Tired And

Bridget's Anger Evaporated And The Sadness Came Back. The Anger Was Easier. She Owned And Contolled It, Whereas The Sadness Owned Her.

The Path Of Your Life Can Change In An Instant.

My Household Is, In A Nice Way, Very Busy.

You Remember What Is Lost, And You Forget What's Right In Front Of You.

She Used To Cry Roughly Three Times A Year. Now She Seemed To Cry Three Times Before Breakfast. Could That Be Considered Progress?