It's Okay. We Aren't In The Same

All Of A Sudden It Felt Like People Were Peering Over My Shoulder, Wondering What I Would Write Next. I Was Blocked For Four Years.

I Was A Tomboy And Most Of My Close Friends Were Male.

I Guess I Just Couldn't See Standing There -- Alive, Talking, Thinking, Breathing, Being -- One Second, And Dead The Next. It Really Bothered Me. Death By Violence Isn't The Same As Dying Any Other Way, Accident Or Disease Or Old Age. It Just Ain't The Same.

Things Are Rough All Over.

Even The Most Primite Societies Have An Innate Resepect For The Insane.