pyronymph
My clothes make a statement. My hair makes a statement. My attitude and the way I hold myself and the words I choose. I make a statement even when I think I have nothing to say. I guess it's probably a good thing to figure out what kind of silent statement you are making. Do you like yours?
My dad used to keep honey bees out by the junk pile in the back 40. He'd tell us tales about the "dump witch" that lived out there. I think I was more scared of the bees, at first. I enjoyed the honey, and never appreciated the hard work that went into creating it until I now see it in the stores for high prices!
I almost did it. I almost got a divorce and ruined my life for that boy. I almost spent too much money on him. I almost lost my sanity. I almost believe that it is over. But I'm not ready for that. I almost cried today.