I should knock off, get some sleep, to be ready for tomorrow's installment of the 9-years-and-counting onslaught that nobody who knows about it, other than me, seems to think is really all that bad.
Why does it never matter? How can the thousands, millions of stories from women all over the world never matter?
Do we all think the same thing at first, that my story will matter? And then, finally, the reality that you have torn out your fingernails scrabbling at the bars of your cage sinks in.
-
I don't have millions of dollars to protect my image, the way that celebrities do, and it shows. Here are quotes from Carey Martell, one... -
Although my life is really awful, I am not in the dire situation described at the previous page. Unfortunately, I'll be 46 this summer...