I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.
If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
It is easy to look back, self-indulgently, feeling pleasantly sorry for oneself and saying I didn”t have this and I didn”t have that. But it is only the grown woman regretting the hardships of a little girl who never thought they were hardships at all. She had the things that really mattered.
I am Sorry For Blaming You, For Everything I Just Couldn’t Do And I have Hurt Myself By Hurting You, There’s Nothing I Wouldn’t Do To Hear Your Voice Again Sometimes, I Want To Call You, But I Know You Won’t Be There.