It happened on Friday.
I got to thinking about a serial novel I was writing here on the blog a few years ago. It was actually early 2012 when I started, longer than I thought. 914 more words
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone. –Tennessee Williams
I know what you must be thinking. 1,404 more words
And how can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind? — Carson McCullers, from “The Heart is a Lonely Hunter” 1,956 more words