...but I've never regretted it. You can't regret experience.
All my life I wanted somebody who knew more than I did to tell me the truth.
Nothing sparkly can stay.
I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.
What's the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley? ...No, another social outcast!
the person in this picture is really me.