*One day* I will make a public post. One day, I will feel comfortable talking about my life in front of strangers. One day, I will let new people read my rants and maybe have more people on my f-list ( Read more... )

Angela sits at the table in the Bashirs' kitchen, looking at her cellphone. I don't want
to do this, she thinks. She doesn't want to hear this, she doesn't want to listen, but it's been enough time and there are things that must be said ( Read more... )