After All, How Often Do We Get

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.

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

I Don't Know Exactly What It Is, But It Looks Like Interconnected Websites Where People Show Their Photos And Write About Everything Going On In Their Lives, Like Whether They Found A Parking Spot Or What They Ate For Breakfast." "but Why?" Josh Asks.

I Needed A Break... From Myself.

Maybe It's Not As Important To You As It Was For Me, But That's Not For You To Decide.