Seems to me home is where I am loved and safe and needed.
. . . . I cannot escape my life but can only use my determination and courage to make it the best I can.
. . . she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.
Fathers should make you feel safe.
Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.
Seems to me God made a big mistake when He failed to put handles on watermelons.