Who Spit In Your Porridge?

And I Think, Not For The First Time, That What Is Immoral Is Not Always Wrong.

The First Question She Was Asked Was What Do You Do? As If That Were Enough To Define You. Nobody Ever Asked You Who You Really Were, Because That Changed. You Might Be A Judge Or A Mother Or A Dreamer. You Might Be A Loner Or A Visionary Or A Pessimist. You Might Be The Victim, And You Might Be The Bully. You Could Be The Parent, And Also The Child. You Might Wond One Day And Heal The Next.

How Could You Not Want To Draw Breath One More Day? How Could Your Own Life Be Such A Cheap Commodity? But Then I Started To Understand: When Your Existence Is Hell, Death Must Be Heaven.

There Is A Gulf As Wide As An Ocean Between Should And Want, And I Am Drowning In It.

I Am Alice In Wonderland', Josie Thought. 'watch Me Fall.