Why Does It Say She Has Three

Like Driving Along A Bumpy Road And Losing Control Of The Steering Wheel, Tossing You—just A Tad—off The Road. The Wheels Kick Up Some Dirt, But You're Able To Pull It Back. Yet No Matter How Hard You Try To Drive Straight, Something Keeps Jerking You To The Side. You Have So Little Control Over Anything Anymore. And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much—too Tiring—and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

I Needed A Break... From Myself.

Everything Seemed Good, But I Knew It Had The Potential To Be Awful.

I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.

We All Know The Sound A Camera Makes When It Snaps A Picture. Even Some Of The Digitals Do It For Nostalgia’s Sake.