Every driven person comes from a mountain of pain they wish to keep hidden.
I have a sack of hate mail that I want to respond to. One day, when Iām tired or tipsy, I will respond and tell them what I think.
I feel like little bits of my soul are being shipped domestically.
Woo! It's so cold, I think we may be twin sisters now," he said through rattling teeth.
I almost shat my pants. Literally, the floor was almost covered in my shat.
Whoa, I've really got to stop making plans with fictional characters. It can't be healthy to develop relationships with people who don't exist.