I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.

God i've missed you. I can't wait to give you your present. He kisses me hotter this time, and beneath me, through his denim and mine. I can feel the promise of his Christmas gift soon to come.

I was about six years old, still Daddy's little girl, even though Daddy couldn't care less about me. How could I expect any man every would?

Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.

Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

The problem with resolutions is they're only as solid as the person making them.