I Loved Being In My Own Head

The Best Anyone Can Do Is Breathe In, Breathe Out And Wait For It To Pass.

Failed Relationships Can Be Described As So Much Wasted Make-up.

No More Humiliation For Me, Thanks Very Much. No More Swallowing My Anger. Honestly, I Couldn't Manage Another Mouthful. But It Was Delicious. Did You Make It Yourself?

It Was Only When The Salt Water Of My Tears Ran Into My Cuts And Made Them Sting That I Discovered I Was Crying.

Do I Mind Being Called A Chick-lit Writer? Well, It's Not The Worst Thing That Could Happen.