I've Always Loved Brainstorming With Other Writers,

A Flood Of Emotions Rushes Into Me. Pain And Anger. Sadness And Pity. But Most Surprising Of All, Hope.

I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.

After All, How Often Do We Get A Second Chance?

Rejection Always Hurts, But Having It Come From My Best Friend Was The Worst.

I Wanted People To Trust Me, Despite Anything They'd Heard. And More Than That, I Wanted Them To Know Me. Not The Stuff They Thought They Knew About Me. No, The Real Me. I Wanted Them To Get Past The Rumors. To See Beyond The Relationships I Once Had, Or Maybe Still Had But That They Didn't Agree With.