People know your tragedies and they treat you like you’re not human. Like you’re a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look at me? They’re stuck on that person I used to be. They can’t see that old life as just a moment in time that I’ve moved on from. It was a horrible life.

anger and jeaously are first cousins!

no expectations, no disappointments!

we can do anything when we decide to win no matter what!

Most women got this thing called compassion. It doesn't make them foolish, just more forgiving. More capable of trying and hoping things worked out.

We're all living contradictions, trying to survive in a world filled with hypocrites

Resentment makes anything possible.