I am a work in progress. People said it was not good to love a person that much. That any love, even the wildest, had its limits. But I saw no limits in what I felt. It felt good and no one could convince me otherwise. Looking back, I know I was.

After you read this, you should delete and write your own post, with a new title above. To start a fresh post. Are some suggestions for your first post. You can find new ideas for what to blog about by reading the Daily Post. It creates a new blog post for you about any interesting page you read on the web. Make some changes to this page.

Mommy, what does it really take to be a woman? 1,028 more words.

Feminisia is such a better name. So we have here, ladies and gentlemen, our final novel for the class.

A blog about my adventures in depression. This illness is called Depression.