The wacky picture that started yesterday afternoon and continued through the night is still in my head.

I have no idea when it will be appropriate for me to leave this relationship.

I carefully get out of bed and sit up in the chair. It's not that I'm trying to be lazy; rather, my body makes movement painful. It would seem that if my movements were even slightly more vigorous, my waist might crack.

My skin was crimson and shocked as the blanket slipped off my shoulder and onto my white flesh. The redness was alarming.

It’s all caused by Sean Matthews!

I didn’t wear garments on my body. Because...