Heyday, now that is a funny word ain't it? Part of a heyday is, you don't never know you are having yourself one till later when it's all over with, long gone.
God may forgive you if He chooses, but not I. Au revoir.
People can act so nice, bringing you food and all, but in the end they are nothing but buzzards. Waiting to pick your bones.
If Strength comes through Suffering, why then I should be the strongest of all women, yet I am the weakest. God help me. Help me.
I want to be Tragedy, I want to be Juliet, I want to be Romeo. Thus with a kiss I die.
