And Concentrating On The Spot Where The

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

I’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

A Week Went By And Nothing. But Eventually, As They Always Will, The Rumors Reached Me. And Everyone Knows You Can't Disprove A Rumor.

I Swear, Guys In Groups Are Capable Of The Stupidest Things." "like War," Kellan Says, Heaping Napkins And Ketchup Packets Onto Her Tray. "and Jumping Off Rooftops." "and Lighting Their Farts On Fire," She Says.

Because When You're Posed, You Know Someone's Watching. You Put On Your Very Best Smile. You Let Your Sweetest Personality Shine.