A lot of the time, I'm just smart enough to be unhappy.
Never love for me, only obsession.
I am not going to put my daughter under any sort of stresses.
If talking were aerobic, I'd be the thinnest person in the world.
I probably have more male friends that talk about us in a way that doesn't thrill me. I sometimes get a bit surprised when females talk like that around men.
Mania starts off fun, not sleeping for days, keeping company with your brain, which has become a wonderful computer, showing 24 TV channels all about you. That goes horribly wrong after awhile.