Why?

  Why? Why is it so easy to make new friends but so hard to keep them? Why do we always want the things we know we cannot have? Why, oh! Why do all the wrong things feel just right sometimes? Why does one drink turn to five? Why do we hurt the people we …

Tell Me…

If you are a writer, there is nothing as daunting as a blinking cursor. Nothing as taunting as that little black line, blinking away daring you to write but you have no words so you just sit there and stare, stare at it until you slam your laptop close in frustration. There is nothing as …