My Mother Is An Immensely Powerful Woman.

No Motive Is Pure. No One Is Good Or Bad-but A Hearty Mix Of Both. And Sometimes Life Actually Gives To You By Taking Away.

I Did The Traditional Thing With Falling In Love With Words, Reading Books And Underlining Lines I Liked And Words I Didn't Know. It Was Something I Always Did.

What Worries Me Is, What If This Guy Is Really The One For Me And I Just Haven't Had Enough Therapy Yet For Me To Be Comfortable With Having Found Him.

Nobody Wants To Read About A Good-looking Happy Person.

From Here On Out, There's Just Reality. I Think That's What Maturity Is: A Stoic Response To Endless Reality. But Then, What Do I Know?