People Call Me All Sorts Of Things.

Be Strong. Live Honorably And With Dignity. When You Don't Think You Can, Hold On.

The Afternoon And The Early Evening Slide By In A Lidded Daze Where The Ability To Think In Any Identifiable Way Disappears And Where Every Moment Seems To Be An Eternity.

Stay. Fight. Live. Take It. Cry. Cry. Cry.

The Feeling Of Arms Around Me, Of Love In My Heart, It Was More Powerful Than Any Of The Negativity I Knew Was Existing In The World For Me. That Feeling Of Love Killed It All.

In Life We Often Look To Others For Simple, But Difficult Answers, Despite The Fact That We Have Those Answers Ourselves.