Thursday, November 19, 2009


There are many things a person must accept. Some are much harder than others, still more a very few ache endlessly and confuse tremendously. Once you accept you can't make someone happy, maybe you can at least try to make yourself happy... or at least not bleed.

Help me stop thinking! I'm trembling with it.. . ...

My novel begins as if it were the saddest girl on Earth, but we know there are worse abuses.  Why, then, does she tremble with each breath?


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