Close Your Eyes And Stare Into The

I Write Human Stories. I Write About People. Not As A Product Of Their Environment. But From The Stance That Everybody Is Made Of The Same Thing.

She Wanted To Be Irresponsible, She Wanted To Be Looked After, To Be Told That She Didn't Have To Worry About A Thing And That Someone Else Would Take Care Of Everything. How Easy Life Would Be Without Having Grown-up Problems To Worry About. And Then She Could Grow Up All Over Again.

People Who Say Its A Long Story, Mean It's A Stupid Short One That They Are Too Embarrassed And Couldn't Be Bothered To Tell

She Had Been Given A Wonderful Gift: Life. Sometimes It Was Cruelly Taken Away Too Soon, But It's What You Did With It That Counted, Not How Long It Lasted.

Chin Up, Don’t Smile, Don’t Cry, Don’t Fall, Walk.