Happiness Comes In Moments, &

Catch Me On A Good Day, I Think Half Of My Books Aren't Too Bad. Catch Me On A Bad Day, I Think I've Never Written A Good Line.

She Was Afraid Of All That And So Much More, But What Terrified Her Most Was Inside Of Her, An Insect Of Unnatural Intelligence Who’d Been Living In Her Brain Her Entire Life, Playing With It, Clicking Across It, Wrenching Loose Its Cables On A Whim.

Happiness Comes In Moments, & Then It's Gone Until The Next Time. Could Be Years. But Sadness Settles It.

That's The Thing About Being A Victim; You Start To Think It'll Happen To You On A Regular Basis. It's Living With The Reality Of Your Own Vulnerability, And It Sucks.

The Loneliness Of Another Can Be Shocking When It Lays Itself Bare Without Warning.