Because I've Heard So Many Stories That

This Time, For The First Time, I Saw The Possibilities In Giving Up. I Even Found Hope In It.

As A Writer, My Only Responsibility Is To Tell A Compelling Story.

You Don’t Know What Goes On In Anyone’s Life But Your Own. And When You Mess With One Part Of A Person’s Life, You’re Not Messing With Just That Part. Unfortunately, You Can’t Be That Precise And Selective. When You Mess With One Part Of A Person’s Life, You’re Messing With Their Entire Life. Everything. . . Affects Everything.

When You Hold People Up For Ridicule, You Have To Take Responsibility When Other People Act On It.

I Needed A Break... From Myself.