I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've actually done it, and then you're never quite sure what your limits are.

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.

It's a shame we can't just admit that we failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

Bologna girl, that's me.