And Concentrating On The Spot Where The

I've Always Loved Brainstorming With Other Writers, And I Consider Having My Work Critiqued A Part Of That Brainstorming.

How Can You Call It Love When It Hurt You So Badly?" "it Was Love Because It Was Worth It.

And What About You-the Rest Of You-did You Notice The Scars You Left Behind? No. Probably Not. Because Most Of Them Can't Be Seen With The Naked Eye.

Will I Ever Get Control Of My Life? Will I Always Be Shoved Back And Pushed Around By Those I Trust?

Betrayal. It's One Of The Worst Feelings.