People Get Mad Annabel. Its Not The

I Was Worn Out, Broken: He Had Taken Almost Everything. But He'd Been All I'd Had, All This Time. And When The Police Led Him Away, I Pulled Out Of The Hands Of All These Loved One, Sobbing, Screaming, Everything Hurting, To Try And Make Him Stay.

Her Life Was Perfect. But As Was Often The Case, The Rest Of Us Were Still Adjusting.

Who Says There Has To Be A Point?" He Asked. "or A Reason. Maybe It's Just Something You Have To Do.

There Comes A Point When Things Are Undeniable And Can't Be Hidden Any Longer. Even From Yourself.

As If It Didnt Matter What Was On, But Instead How Hard I Was Listening.