Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.
. . . 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.
Just because you don't know everything don't mean you know nothing.
. . . . I cannot escape my life but can only use my determination and courage to make it the best I can.
Minds, like diapers, need occasional changing.
Seems to me God made a big mistake when He failed to put handles on watermelons.