This is just a drop in the ocean.

You are driving me away.

Sometimes, I feel like I don’t know how to write anymore. I feel useless, like a piece of wrinkly paper being tossed knowing I am no longer needed.

There are so many good and bad things about England.

The key to a life in constant strife,
And endless exposure
to stress and strain,
Is sweet composure.

Moodiness hits a lot of us and it isn’t fun battling this. Stress is the culprit!

We say it all the time, but what are you really afraid of.

When something happens to you, there is a certain amount of time where you can decide how to react. Use it.

Those that are genuinely homeless deserve to be pitied, and there are those that panhandle as a profession. It is impossible to separate the two.

About laughter.