Sometimes I wonder if it would matter to anyone if I were no longer here.

I'm nuttier than a fruitcake!

I got pregnant and had a miscarriage. I blamed my mean husband. I slept with his best friend from childhood as revenge. Now I feel better.

Im afraid no one will ever love me for myself. Im afraid he will leave me for finally trying to be myself.

I love to imagine that I'm a drifting dandelion feather