I feel like I have been left hanging on a fine thread, oh so close to snapping. I feel like nobody cares that I am slowly dying inside, from all the words that you have hit me with; like a… — Aly Johnson Copy Share Image
Little by little, even with other cares, the slowly but surely working poison of the garden-mania begins to stir in my long-sluggish veins. — Henry James Copy Share Image
