Darkest of all Decembers ever has my life known, Sitting here by the embers, stunned, helpless, alone.
I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?
I am always on the women's side.
She died praying that she might die.
Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.
Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.