Now, I'm checking out new blogs that will prompt me to write. And produce something. So, here's my contribution to Sunday Scribblings:
Once, I was a spoiled, spoiled little girl who basked in the love her parents showed her.
Soon, my world came crashing down around me and I was forced to confront a hideous crime.
Then, I was filled with incredible hatred.
Now I feel pity. And regret. And sadness.