A Flood Of Emotions Rushes Into Me.

How Many Times Had I Let Myself Connect With Someone Only To Have It Thrown Back In My Face?

And What If In The Future We're At War Again, Or We Still Haven't Elected A Non-white Or Non-male President, Or The Rolling Stones Are Still Dragging Their Tired Old Butts On Stage? That Would Depress Me Way Too Much.

How In The World Was I Alone? Because I Wanted To Be. That's All I Can Say. It's All That Makes Sense To Me.

The Road To Publication Is Like A Churro - Long And Bumpy, But Sweet.

Betrayal. It's One Of The Worst Feelings.