Life seemed so simple and joyous when I was growing up.
I would never want to hurt anyone by writing a book.
Other kids did drugs; I did crafts. I never knew where I fit in.
I think sometimes the very reason we go through something is so that we can be empathetic with another person later on.
I want to be free and free indeed and live and live abundant!
A fear of the unknown keeps a lot of people from leaving bad situations.