I Think Like A Detective.

Life Is Often Like That, The Best Balancing On A Knife Edge With The Worst.

You Can Never Have Too Much Coffee”, I Said He Turned And Smiled At Me. “you Think So, But The Rest Of Us Get A Little Od’ed On Your Level Of Caffeine.

Ma Petite Is Not A Subtle Woman. Unless You Say It, She Will Not Understand It.

Without Hope, Love Dies And Parts Of You Wither.

Can You Truly Love Anyone If You Do Not First Love Yourself? If You Hate Yourself, Can You Love Anyone Else? If You Do Not Accept All Of Who You Are, Can You Accept Anyone Else? Hard Questions. It Remains To Be Seen Whether I Get Any Answers, Hard, Or Otherwise.