It Seems That Fighting Is A Game

I Regret All Of My Books.

You Can't Beat Me And My Prayers!

It Seems That Tears And Laughter, Love And Hate, Make Up The Sum Of Life!

Someone Is Always At My Elbow Reminding Me That I Am The Granddaughter Of Slaves. It Fails To Register Depression With Me.

Research Is Formalized Curiosity. It Is Poking And Prying With A Purpose.