Why, if there is nothing wrong, does Isabella feel like nothing is right? Why does she have butterflies and a
Always searching for someone, a friendly face, a recognised face. As soon as the doors closed behind me I feel
Swan dive into the abyss of depression. Let go of the tenacious hold of sanity. Release the strict structures around
I fully believe that I must be excruciatingly honest with myself and select others if I want a better life.