I Don't Have A Master. I'm Not

Your Heart Is Not A Wound To Be Poked At To See If The Scab Is Ready To Come Off. You Can Be Healed Of That Very Old Pain, If You’ll Just Let It Happen. (marianne)

Therapy Can Get You Only So Far With Exorcising Your Childhood Nightmares; After That It's Willpower, And You, And People You Can Trust To Hold Your Hand Along The Way.

I Turned Down Halloween Parties Every Year, Where People Wanted Zombies Raised At The Stroke Of Midnight Or Some Such Nonsense. The Scarier My Reputation Got, The More People Wanted Me To Come Be Scary For Them. I'd Told Bert I Could Always Go And Threaten To Shoot All The Partygoers, That'd Be Scary. Bert Had Not Been Amused. But He Had Stopped Asking Me To Do Parties.

I Kissed Him On The Cheek And Left To Find Bobby Lee. Him, I Trusted To Be In The Line Of Fire. But It Was More Than That: I Wasn't Sleeping With Bobby Lee. I Didn't Love Him. Sometimes Love Makes You Selfish. Sometimes It Makes You Stupid. Sometimes It Reminds You Why You Love Your Gun.

No Name-calling Truly Bites Deep Unless, In Some Dark Part Of Us, We Believe It. If We Are Confident Enough Then It Is Just Noise.